strawbie

hello! I'm obsessed with one piece. i started writing fanfics recently and just wish to share my work :)

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Hey babes!!

Needed to make a new account, this side blog almost got found out... T^T jumpscare... i know...

Anyways my new blog is @strawberry-spritz !!!

I'll move all of my fics from here to there, and I'll probably delete this side blog after the new account is finalized!

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CHAPTER 1140 ONE PIECE SPOILERS!

Ladies and gentlemen, due to popular demand (one person politely asking me), here's my first attempt at m/m, a Killingham x Sommers fic!

Wc: 5.7k

It's on my ao3 too!

A/n: do not hesitate to give me advice, again this is my first time writing a m/m fanfic! I hope it's enjoyable!

Just fluff and cute moments, sommers trying hard to get Killingham's heart. Gunko is Sommers' adopted daughter because i said so.

Hope you enjoy!!

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If one thing was crystal clear between the Holy Knights, it was that Killingham acted like a flustered teenage girl when it came to flirting or getting complimented.

With the great pillow of fluff that he had on his back, It was inevitable he would get complimented. But he always blushed like a tomato exactly.

From Gunko, she'd always jump on his back whenever he walked and clung to his neck, he thought it was adorable from the younger woman and entertained her with no complaint, she'd always just extend her arms out in silence until he turned around and bent so she could jump on him, practically purring with happiness at the feeling of his fur.

From Shamrock, the commander undoubtedly always stared at the qilin's fur, occasionally taking off his gloves to run a hand through it, just silently. Killingham liked the quiet appreciation.. Shamrock was not a man of many words, his appreciation to his knights were extremely subtle. You basically had to squint to catch his underlying tones of sincere gratitude.

From Sommers… That man flirted like there was no tomorrow. Sommers swung both ways so no one was safe from his naturally flirtatious personality (except his daughter, Gunko. She had to repeatedly use her arrows to pull her dad away from flirting with some knights at least twice a week).

If there was one thing that Killingham had trouble dealing with, it was Sommers’ very obvious interest in him. ‘Subtle’ was not a word in Sommers’ vocabulary, he was loud, funny and clear in what he wanted.

Killingham judged this by the fact that Gunko stopped pulling Sommers away from him, which only meant Sommers gave his daughter a talk about why not to interrupt his daily flirt session with Killingham.

Killingham could not imagine himself in a relationship, not now, not before, not ever. No one saw his human form so why would anyone want to be with him? That was his logic and reason for why he never tried to date. But that seemed to skip over Sommers’ head everytime Killingham talked about it to the open, <em>making sure</em> that Sommers was listening. The older would whistle in a bored manner and continue his walk away.

No, seriously, what the fuck was there to like about him?

That was a question that Killngham pondered over ever since Sommers started his playful and boring flirting and watched it escalate into deeper words from him as he studied Killingham’s personality more. Since Sommers’ was a thorn man, his ability to pick up flowers without hurting himself came in handy. He did not know which flowers Killingham liked as a Qilin.. so the sensible choice of action would be to ask him directly–

Wrong!

Thanks to the Shepherd residence having large gardens, Sommers spent 10 minutes a day for a few weeks picking up 1 type of flowers a day and had a maid put them in a nice bouquet so he could drop it off to Killingham at random times of that day. Sometimes, he’d give it to him himself, sometimes he gave it to Gunko to pass it off (because who can say no to his adorable daughter?). Sometimes Killingham would find it in his bedroom without even knowing how it got there.

Killingham never exactly.. complained… Most of them tasted decent enough, some of them great even, but he would never praise Sommers for it or give any indication that he ate the flowers. Which drove Sommers insane! How was he supposed to know what to give Killingham next if he never gave any feedback?

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Sommers sat frustrated in his bedroom, smoking a cigar as he decided on which bouquet he would give to Killingham the next day… It was getting more and more difficult because he had nothing to go off of!

The ones in front of him looked prettier than the previous ones… so he didn’t know whether to preserve them and hand them as a visual gift, or to give it to Killingham as food per usual… Sommers’ brows furrowed, he really wanted to continue giving Killingham gifts to try and win his heart over…

Hm… What would Killingham like? He was a world noble like Sommers was, so naturally anything he wanted would come to his feet the moment he asks. So Sommers needed to get creative with this. Gifts weren’t his forte since he just had the occasional one night stands… but with Killingham’s stubborn ass that thinks he’s not worthy of dating, it was the only option Sommers had.

He grabbed the flowers and went to Gunko’s house, not bothering to knock as he made himself at home and walked upstairs to her bedroom. He knocked and waited for her answer, the only courtesy he’d give his daughter.

“Come in” She answered, Gunko was sitting at her vanity and trying a few new methods of tying the bandages around her face, as she still faced the problem of sweat making them slip off. Sommers walked in and sat on her bed, putting the flowers down slowly so they wouldn't break.

Gunko only turned around briefly to raise an eyebrow to her dad. Sommers cleared his throat and began,

“So… You know how I’m trying to pursue… Killingham”

She just nodded, the bandages finding their way under her ears quickly, Sommers continued,

“First of all, it doesn’t bother you, does it?”

“Why would it?”

“Nevermind, good for me. So- I need to give him some flowers-”

“As usual” She remarked with a shrug, she was used to it.

“Can you help me make these into a flower crown?”

Gunko snorted, almost choking on air after that question- Sommers- the Shepherd Sommers… wanted to give his crush a flower crown-?

“There was no need for that reaction… Gunko..”

“I wish I had a snail recorder to record this moment.”

She commented and fixated the bandages around her mouth finally. She got up and sat next to her dad on the bed, she took the flowers to start before Sommers quickly pointed something out-

“Wait, you know how to make flower crowns?” He asked, as if that wasn’t the sole reason he barged into her house unannounced.

“Why wouldn’t I?” She said with a hint of red in her face..

“Who were you giving them to?” Sommers asked with gritted teeth.”

“No one, dad. Now focus on what I do if you want to snatch the qilin.” She said quickly and began demonstrating how to weave in the flower branches together to form a ring. Her small fingers worked delicately so that the flowers don’t crumble while they were bended and put together. She made the first demonstration piece with ease and put it on her head, smiling to Sommers, he laughed and patted her head.

“Alright.. my turn..”

“Careful, your hands are huge for the flowers”

“Wow.. as if I didn't know, thanks.”

He said dryly and started working on his (Killingham’s) piece..

It was hard- a whole bouquet gone up in thorns later, he still didn't have it… Gunko simply sighed and asked, “want me to make it for you?”

“Nope!”

The next few tries were significantly better, thankfully. He could just go out and pick up flowers of a larger size but he was damn committed now. The final result was a bit rougher than he’d like to admit,since his larger hands definitely got in the way, but it stuck together!

Gunko gave him an approving look. That had taken ages... She needed rest now after having to deal with Sommers’ 3 bursts of anger over some flowers for his crush, so she promptly pushed him off the bed until he took the hint and got up and left her to her peace.

Sommers left her room with a wide grin on his face, very proud of the crown he made. Surprisingly enough, he ran into Killingham on his way home, the latter seemed to be heading towards Gunko’s place. Sommers hid the crown behind him as he waved to the qilin. (to tell the truth, Killingham wanted nothing more than to send Sommers in a state of sleep and walk away again, since he was only asked to go to Gunko’s house because Sommers himself appeared to be running panicked to her and Killingham was sent to check on him)

The qilin sighed and stopped, allowing the older man to approach him, Sommers laughed as he approached him,

“Killingham! Why were you going to Gunko’s house?”

“Because some dumbass was running like they were on a mission to her house.”

Sommers looked around confused, he didn’t spot anyone going to her place. Killingham continued,

“You’re the dumbass.”

“Gihahaha! Aren’t you one mean qilin? Hm?”

Sommers reached up to scratch the small amount of fur under Killingam’s chin and the latter tried his damn hardest not to let out a content noise, because that was his damn weak spot…

Killingham snapped his head quickly before he got too used to it, “Stop doing that.”

Sommers pouted in return, “You let everyone do that!”

True.. Killingham was being a hypocrite for not letting Sommers pet his fur as well- but God damn… Killingham always got flustered with Sommers.

Despite him actively not chasing love- or engaging with it of any sort.. Sommers’ affection took a different tone of love that it physically hurt Killingham and confused him day and night. The qilin could not properly regulate his feelings and come to a conclusion regarding Sommers. Killingham sighed and talked,

“Well whatever, glad you're okay, that's why I was sent to Gunko’s house anyways.”

“Aw, worried about me?”

“Ordered to worry about you actually.” Killingham corrected, closed his eyes and shook his head in disappointment , Sommers took the opportunity to slide the flower crown on top of his head, behind his horn and sitting perfectly on top of his pointed ears.

It took Killingham a second to realize what just happened- but the moment he realized It and bent his long neck down to yank it off- Sommers was laughing his ass off.

“Hey! It looks good on you!”

“It's embarrassing!”

“C'mon! You wear the little souvenirs the other knights give you!”

Sommers tried to convince him.. his tone hinting at slight sadness, but to no avail, Killingham took it off of his head and looked at it in his hands.. Huh.. It looked– decent enough.

“Gunko taught me how to make ‘em.” Sommer's commented softly, kinda hoping Killingham would put it back on. The qilin raised a skeptical eyebrow… “I.. I'll keep it, that's it.”

“So you like it!” Sommer beamed and Killingham tried to downplay it immediately, “It just looks good! They're flowers and you know I have a weakness for them!!”

Sommers didn't wait and let his body betray him, he immediately wrapped Killingham in a tight hug and basically almost pulled him off of the ground with how tight he was hugging Killingham. The qilin sweaked when he got grabbed and tried to squirm out.out of Sommers’ rough hold but failed miserably.

Sommers eventually set him down and patted his head. This time, Killingham did not move away and Sommers smiled, “Hey, Killingham.”

“Uh.. Yeah?”

“Let yourself be loved a little, yeah? won’t hurt your soul…” Sommers said as reached up to give the qilin a kiss on his head with a wide grin.

Killingham just nodded timidly and clutched on the flower crown. Sommers gave him a pat on the back before he went off to his own house, that was… scary! Even for Sommers himself.

Killingham just stood there stunned at what happened… He watched Sommers leave before putting the crown back on his head shyly, and walking back to his own house

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Killingham thought about Sommers’ advice for the whole night and couldn’t sleep normally, which was unusual since he usually slept at damn random times, and now he was being kept up by a stupid little sentence..

Should he really allow Sommers to love him? Would that even be.. Good? Is Sommers just fucking with him to get him to bed? No, he’s a Qilin. If Sommers wanted, he could just seduce a hot woman at a bar-

Ugh! Killingham bonked his head against his pillow and stared off to the side. He can think in the morning.

☆☆☆☆The next morning☆☆☆☆

It started off with the boring meeting between the knights to discuss routines and new missions, he met Sommers and Gunko at the door and bent down to give the still sleepy woman a high five, she jumped and reciprocated the high five, feeling a bit more awake now.

Sommers didn’t extend his hand, since his simple ‘good morning’s were always rejected brutally.

Instead… It was Killingham that extended his hand to Sommers this time. The latter took it happily and pulled him in to complete the hug just as he was used to.

“There’s our cute qilin!”

“Sommers-! I have a name!”

Gunko butted in, “I vote for cute qilin!”. Shamrock held the door handle and spoke, “ditto, what Gunko said.” He then opened the door and walked in to sit next to his dad.

Killingham gave a defeated sigh as he walked in, not bothering to refute his new nickname. This time the only empty seat was next to Sommers so he took it without complaint.

Some snacks were placed around by the slaves and Gunko threw a few in her mouth with a happy hum.

Killingham couldn't listen to a damn word that Garling was saying, the crescent haired man was inarguably an annoying jackass, even if he was in a position of authority.

He leaned over to pick up a plate that was near him that had different sweets to slide it to Gunko, making her happier, Sommers smiled with her happiness and took a piece from her plate and held it up to Killingham without thinking.

Sommers tilted his head to the side with a smile, encouraging Killingham to eat the piece from his hand… The qilin eventually gave in with a sigh and curled his head down to eat it, not aware that Shamrock, Gunko and the other Holy Knights present were staring at them.

Sommers obviously did not give a single fuck and was just happy Killingham ate from his hand!!

Killingham munched slowly, trying to downplay the obvious gesture of love from Sommers, but Gunko was already snickering happily and Shamrock had a soft expression on his face. Garling was as oblivious as always.

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Slowly but surely, Sommers’ love would seep into Killingham’s heart at a slow pace. The qilin started tolerating his advances more and more by each day. Sommers was more than ecstatic at this, knowing that he finally cracked into Killingham’s tough walls.

His flirting would result in a regular conversation with Killingham, nothing more and nothing less. Sommers never complained, any crumbs given to him by the other was more than welcome. Even Gunko had started noticing what flowers Killingham took a liking to so that Sommers could give him more of them.

Sommers ordered for Killingham’s favourite flowers to be grown much more in his residence, not caring how stupid he'd look for having the same flowers splattered around like mindless copies.

Sommers now stuck next to Killingham for days, since the latter didn't shoo him off as usual. Their conversations were pretty simple, with Sommers occasionally dropping a “what are you doing later today?”, to try and gauge out how to ask him on an ‘official’ date.

Killingham would give back the generic ‘busy.’ Since his heart still seemed to be in conflict. Sommers never argued even though he himself could tell it was a blatant lie (even Shamrock confirmed that Killingham did not have anything on his schedule on those days).

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Garling sent both of them on a mission all of a sudden, seems like some pirates were causing trouble on an island a bit too close to the Holy land. Killingham was the only one originally assigned to go but Sommers volunteered ‘just in case’. Garling just shooed him off, not caring in the slightest if someone goes with Killingham or not, it wasn’t that big of a mission anyways.

Gunko took the liberty to send them off with the abyss and waved them off. Obviously, with such a combined destructive power, the mission was a breeze to them. Killingham cleaned his trident off in the ocean while Sommers leaned against a tree and picked at his teeth with a thorn, not bothered by the blood on his own sword.

“Shouldn’t you at least try to make yourself representable before going back to the Holy Land?” Killingham asked.

“Why? I’m gonna take a bath when I’m back anyways–”

Sommers was interrupted by the trickles of water drops falling on him, he raised a gloved hand to feel the rain and laughed, “speak of the devil! Looks like my shower came to me!”

Killingham sighed at the stupid thought, his face frowned, not liking the fact that his fur would get soaked wet with how heavy the rain would eventually get. The 2 of them began the trek back to the meeting point so they can call Gunko to take them back.

Sommers wordlessly took his coat off, Killingham was 2 seconds away from yelling at him when he felt the coat slam into his face in full force and Sommers just laughed at the sight.

“It’s cold! Why would you take it off!?”

“No one wants our cutie qilin’s fur getting soaked.” Sommers winked from behind his sunglasses.”

Killingham took the coat off his slightly wet fur and attempted to give it back to Sommers, “You’re insufferable, you’ll get a cold like this.”

“You think a little cold will take me out of business?! Oh! You wound me!” Sommers faked being hurt and ordered a strand of thorns to push it back up to put it back on Killingham’s head…

The qilin gave up. There was no convincing this sadistic man. Sommers sliced down any tree branches in their way in silence, allowing them easy passage. The walk was silent, but not the awkward silence that used to loom between them at the start, this was a welcome silence, a comforting silence even. There was no need to talk after the brutal murder that was committed not even one hour ago.

Sommers occasionally glanced at killingham just to make sure he didn’t look like he needed anything. When they finally reached the meeting point, Killingham called Gunko on the den den mushi and she used the abyss to get them back on the spot.

She was alone in the room where she summoned them. Seeing Killingham with Sommers’ coat on his head was certainly a sight… She raised an eye but didn’t comment, since they seemed pretty tired already.

Sommers bent down to give Gunko’s hair a quick ruffle, she was in her pyjamas getting ready for bed, clearly having stayed up to make sure they were back safe. Killingham gave her hair the same treatment and thanked her. The 3 said their good nights and they walked to their respective houses.

Killingham made it into his house, into his bathroom, before noticing the coat that was still on his head.

“Fuck… the luck i have…” He cursed and set the coat aside neatly, he threw it to a slave to clean while he freshened up himself. He really didn’t wanna go to Sommers’ house but it had to be done…

He washed the blood off of him and tidied his looks up a bit better, luckily the coat was clean by the time he was ready to go (even in just his pyjamas). Killingham walked silently, as he was trained like that over the years. He sighed, he did not know what a normal life looked like, did not remember what his normal appearance was, since he always hid in his human-beast form, he did not remember a good moment from his ‘childhood’. His mind kept overthinking those thoughts before he realized he was at the Shepherd’s residence.

He knocked very lightly, the knights were also taught to hear the most silent of noises. After a few seconds, the door cracked open, and Sommers peeked outside in his tank top (and shorts thankfully) and opened the door, his smile wasn’t the wide grin he displayed, just a soft and tired smile.

Killingham spoke after looking the other way, “Your coat..”

Sommers chuckled, “You could’ve kept it, not like its my only one”

“That would be improper.”

“You’re a half animal, no one’s going to bash you for it.” Sommers said with a smirk.

“I’m human, Sommers, i just ate a zoan devil fruit”

“Ah same thing you know”

“Not really…”

Killingham extended his hand with the coat out again and Sommers just had to take it then.

“It looked cute on you”

“Excuse me-?!” The qilin shrieked out of shock.

“I said it looked cu-”

“I heard you the first time!”

“Then why are you asking me to repeat?” Sommers threw the coat on his head again and laughed this time. Killingham yanked it off and sighed,

“You’re mean!”

“You like it.”

“...can’t say I hate it.”

It was what makes him, him after all. Sommers was one damn unique man. He opened the door a bit and nodded inside,

“Why don’t you come for some tea?”

“What if I accidentally fall asleep?”

Sommers raised a brow, “I’ll just wake you up.”

“I’ll look embarrassing.”

“Do you need to look good for someone?”

Ouch, that clocked Killingham, if he said yes then the clear next question would be “to who?”, and If he said no then it would completely call him out since he regularly falls asleep <em>around everyone else</em>. Sommers knew that and patted his shoulder.

“Just come inside.”

The qilin walked inside and followed Sommers, lovely house as always with over the top details and every crevice thought and planned out thoroughly. Sommers guided him to the living room and he sat. The house owner went to make tea, without noticing, he made it in Killingham’s favourite flavour…

He set the 2 teas down and sat next to Killingham, taking his own and sipping it wordlessly. Killingham took the tea served to him and drank too…

“You knew my favourite blend?” He asked Sommers casually. What he didn’t anticipate was him seeing Sommers jump slightly- damn he was busted–

Sommers knew his crush on Killingham was just damn obvious, but he never got himself to properly voice it before, just hiding behind flirting and a lot of gift giving.

“I just noticed it when we were at meetings..” He tried to brush it off and Killingham smiled, it was nice to be seen by someone… very nice actually, new to him, but nice.

“Thanks, tastes better here.”

“Of course, it's from my hands.” Sommers got cockier for a moment… He took in a sharp breath before he continued.

“So, did you give it a thought?”

“Give what a thought?” Killingham asked as he placed his cup down to talk freely.

“Being loved.”

“Oh.. Uh… yeah.. That kiss you gave me was nice.”

“What kiss?” Sommers asked as he tried to remember..

“The one after you gave me that flower crown–”

“You still have that and– remember that!?”

“Tch.. of course.. to both questions” Killingham answered timidly.

Sommers exhaled, this was going better than he thought it would go, seems like Killingham liked him back. Sommers raised his cup and brought it towards Killingham’s mouth,

“Taste this.”

“You gave me my own tea, Sommers..”

“Just taste it!”

Killingham took a sip and hummed happily, Sommers’ tea had a nice lavender taste to it,

“never thought you'd like the taste of flowers”

“Well, I got curious, giving away too many bouquets sure does have an effect.. turns out, flowers pair well with tea.”

Killingham nodded and continued sipping on his own tea in silence before Sommers decided to break the question, even if he wanted to do so on a lavish date in a fine restaurant, but this atmosphere was nice, and perfect.

“So, Uh.. uhm.. would you be open to dating me?”

The qilin's face flushed red as he tried to hide his face in the poor cup of tea.. Sommers laughed at the cuteness, trying to lighten the mood.

Killingham shook his head and tried to compose himself while putting the cup down. He thought of this so many times… Now it was time–

It shouldn’t hurt to try.

Right?

“Yes… I’d say I’m down–”

Sommers leaped and grabbed Killingham’s neck, pushing the latter into his chest roughly while laughing,

“Took you long enough!” Sommers beamed, his sleepiness gone at finally being official with Killingham.

“What- What do you mean– Hey let me go!!” Killingham tried to fight him off but Sommers just squeezed tighter.

“I’ve been waiting for you for so long!”

“Was I unsure for such a long time–?

“Oh God! Even Shamrock began to notice and get frustrated.”

“What!?”

Sommers finally left Killingham and he sat up…

“Sorry uh… I was thinking it through.”

“You needn’t apologize, I understand your concerns… I waited for you, and here we are.” Sommers said proudly.

“So… How do we do this?” Killingham asked.

“Do what?”

“Uh.. Relationships..?”

Sommers leaned in to shower his head in kisses while giggling. Killingham could not run away from the playful assault and sat politely, taking it all. It wasn’t so bad, really.

“I just love you, you sit pretty and take my love!” Sommers smiled as he left Killingham with a pat on his fur.

“Wow, as if Relationships aren’t between 2 partners.”

“Someone studied up!”

Sommers gave him a firm pat on his back, maybe a little too roughly but the affection (and friendly intention) was there.

“So, I get cuddle privileges now right?” Sommers asked enthusiastically and waited for the other's answer.

Killingham sighed, trying to fake his annoyance, but he nodded..

“Yeah, you do.” he tried to act nonchalant about this, but failed miserably once Sommers leaned towards him and carried him bridal style with practical ease, his muscles flexing to accommodate for the qilin's weight.

Killingham wrapped his arm around Sommers’ neck in a frantic panic since he did <strong>not</strong> expect to be carried when he just came here to give Sommers his coat back.

“Let me down you brute!”

“Not until I abuse my cuddle privileges!! You don't know how long I've been jealous of Gunko because she gets to feel your fur!”

Killingham curled his neck to rest on Sommers’ before he replied,

“You were jealous of your own daughter!?”

“Listen, everyone was jealous because you give her piggyback rides, everyone wants to have a feel too!”

“I'm a human, not an animal on display!”

“Just share your fur with us then–”

“No!”

Killingham bonked Sommers’ head with his own, before realizing that they were in the bedroom already, and Sommers' was putting him down.

Killingham grabbed the first pillow that came into his hand and threw it at Sommers, earning a fake shocked gasp from him.

“You truly wound me!”

“You just carried me unsolicited!”

“Get used to it. Next time I'll carry you around marijoa to flaunt you”

Killingham threw another pillow at Sommers before slumping back in his bed, Sommers caught the pillow this time.

“I'm tired,” Killingham stated.

“You're on a bed, sleep.”

“I'm on your bed.”

“And?”

“I have a perfectly ok house to sleep in.”

“But we're partners now!!”

“oh.. So you're inviting me to sleep with you-?”

“Duh.”

Killingham's face flushed a deep red as he twisted his neck to avoid Sommers’ gaze.. Sommers did not have the patience for this. He threw both pillows back on the bed, put his glasses on the nightstand and joined Killingham all too quickly.

He wrapped an arm around the qilin and brought him closer– Killingham did not have the time to protest at all..

“I hope you're damn comfy.” he told Sommers with a snarky tone.

“Very much so… zzz…” Sommers replied and fell asleep on the spot and started to snore. Damn was he that comfy? Killingham asked himself. He got comfortable as well since he had no choice in this matter.

Killingham quickly relaxed, the weight of Sommers’ arm on him was quite welcoming, it grounded him and made him feel.. Safe.. like he belonged and wasn’t an anomaly. Sommers buried his head into Killingham’s fur. like father like daughter, Killingham thought and stopped a giggle. Gunko was just like that.

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It was the best sleep Killingham got in years. In fact, he even overslept. It was Sommers that got up first and pouted when he had to leave Killingham to wake up and go to work as a knight.

Even after his morning routine, Killingham did not stir awake at all, leaving Sommers to chuckle. He approached the sleeping beauty and pressed a kiss on his head, damn he looked so peaceful!

He ended up just telling Garling that Killingham excused himself for the day. Both Shamrock and Gunko were disappointed that they wouldn’t get to play with him today but they sucked it up.

It was very evident that Sommers was in a better mood, even if he always was, today was different, he was more laid back, relaxed… Gunko had her suspicions that something had happened but she couldn’t speak in the meeting.

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Killingham woke up frantically panicking. No way did Sommers not wake him up! And how did he not wake up when his body was used to waking up at 7 am sharp for years! He was so going to beat Sommers ass for this…

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Sommers pulled Gunko and Shamrock aside after the meeting to break the news,

“So, lads. Me and the cutest qilin are official!!”

Gunko smiled as she congratulated him, “finally!!”. Shamrock nodded in agreement, “that was certainly a long wait.”

Sommers chuckled, “Can you blame me? He's practically like an insecure baby!”

…..

“Did you seriously not wake me up!?” Killingham yelled as he finally found Sommers.

“You looked so cute sleeping, I couldn't wake you up in good heart!”

“Sommers you idiot! I have a job to do as well!”

“No one is going to tell you off for just one day, relax!”

“I had my father approve of it.” Shamrock commented with a satisfied tone.

“Garling approved of a day off??” Killingham exclaimed, his eyes almost popped out in shock.

“I have my ways,” The commander grinned.

“He means he reminds Garling that he's the last one to continue the family name” Gunko calmly remarked and Shamrock glared daggers at her while she looked away innocently.

That earned a giggle from both Killingham and Sommers. Now that they were a couple, they looked damn adorable laughing together like that. Gunko and Shamrock shared a glance that told the other exactly that, then Killingham spoke,

“If Garling gave me a pass, I guess I have no need to be here then, I heard it’s an empty day for most of us”

Sommers nodded and agreed, “Yeah, I was thinking of ditching too, don’t feel like training.”

“You’re saying that because you want to steal me to feel my fur.”

“Bullseye!”

The 4 of them laughed, Shamrock nudged Gunko slightly and she nodded, she spoke after clearing her throat, “Me and Commander will excuse ourselves, we still have much paperwork to do.”

Sommers pouted but nodded, “Come anytime, I’ll keep Killingham prisoner in my room so you can cuddle his fur whenever you want!”

Killingham smacked Sommers back and reprimanded him, “I’m not a pet!”

“You said I have cuddle privileges!” Sommers countered.

Shamrock patted Gunko’s back and took her away, leaving the boyfriends to argue over a silly debate.

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Sommers found Killingham wherever he hid. Sommers knew he still needed to coax his new boyfriend out of his very hard walls.

Sommers usually did not have the patience for such ‘trivial things’ as he used to call dating. But now? There was nothing more he wanted than to make sure Killingham was comfortable in his own… tediously slow pace.

He made sure to try and read Killingham’s body language instead of his face, try to understand his tone, his intentions, all the unspoken words the qilin was too afraid to say.

Late at night, Sommers would comb through Killingham’s fur as they talked, deep conversations at the peak of the night, where no one could judge them, or hear them.

Killingham randomly fell asleep more around Sommers, which only made Sommers proud, since that meant that Killingham trusted him.

His hands that he thought had one purpose, which was to cause chaos, now had a secondary and more important mission : soften up for Killingham.

Sommers’ hands were rough from the years of hard work, unlike Shamrock or Gunko's, he was raw, rough, chaotic and too quick to head into battle. Killingham shyly admitted to Sommers that sometimes, on the wrong spot, the roughness would cause him unease.

Sommers never wanted to feel the way he felt at that moment.. ever again.

He'll be better for Killingham, be the man he deserves, just like Killingham was trying to open up for him, he would kill to do the exact same back.

Bonus!!

Shamrock was busy choosing a suit, Gunko was next to him choosing a dress from the Figarland's huge closet. So many options to choose from!! She was excited and picked a baby blue dress, Shamrock gave her a nod of approval before they both got into the fitting rooms to change.

They walked outside together and Garling noticed them, "where are you two going?"

Shamrock sighed and explained, "Sommers proposed to Killingham, we're attending the small party he's hosting." Gunko nodded in confirmation.

Garling raised an eyebrow, "they were dating?"

Gunko hit back, "you would know if you spent a moment of your precious time to interact with us."

Shamrock quickly pushed her past his father before he could say shit.

"You're playing with fire, gunko."

She shrugged and smiled innocently as they walked to the Shepherd’s residence.

The end!

Hope you enjoyed!! have a good day babes!!! 💛💛

[strawberryspritzz]

ONE PIECE CHAPTER 1148 SPOILERS!!

The demons are telling me to write a gaban x sommers fic/drabble... THE VOICES WONT STOP... I NEED TO WRITE MORE GUNKO FIRST 😭

I mean... old men yaoi... fighters too.. hehe..hehehe....

[strawberryspritzz]

Master's songbird

spoilers for 1147!!! (kinda....?)

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fanfiction based on the fact that gunko loves music HEHEHEEHHE,

it's on ao3 here!

gunko x f!reader

summary:

To be your master's songbird and the voice that soothes her. That's what she trained you to be. You will do your best to please the one who treated you like human.

Or

Gunko takes in a slave and wants to keep her hers forever. (reader is given a name in the middle of the fic but it's only used that one time)

contains/tags: slavery, marriage, possessive behaviour, jealousy(once or twice), first kiss, mentions of sexual assault.

hope you enjoy this drabble!! wc: 6k (no idea how i wrote that much)

anyways hope you enjoy! <3 ----------------------------------------------------

Originally, you were just a slave to be wed and abused, having been abducted from a very young age, you had no recollection of your family, friends, or anyone that might care for a little thing like you.

You weren't special, you weren't strong, your looks were average at best since you weren't even allowed basic hygiene, you were slow because you were weak and always hungry, but you had found solace in one thing, your voice.

Whenever you had the chance, you talked to yourself, you hummed, sang, whistled, anything to remind you that you indeed had a voice, you were a live human being, that you weren't just a toy.

That worked for most of your life, occasionally you slipped up and one of the celestial dragons heard you and then you would be force starved even more, which caused you to be alot more careful with your precious voice.

One day, one of the holy knights came to personally visit the slaves.. which was rare, the holy knights were usually extremely rare to see, you only heard of them through whispers but you knew they were real. The knight quietly called for all the female slaves.

All of them stood up, including you, you were all equally terrified, knowing someone is most likely choosing a wife or another toy for their pleasure.. the male knights typically chose the male slaves for fighting, and the female slaves were left to be wed to the celestial dragons.

You obediently followed the trail of women, some of them were sent to specific celestial dragons, and you were forced to close your eyes... there was nothing you could do. You were the last in line, walking behind the male knight that was taking you further than anyone else. He spoke to you indirectly,

"You will be the property of a holy knight"

You didn't dare look up from the ground and nodded while staring down, you looked like you were going to be forced to marry a scummy creature like them.. just like a random piece to be used, the knight infront of you knocked and a female voice answered.

"Come in"

You didn't register it was a woman's voice at first, but as you were pushed inside by the male knight your head jerked up by the sheer force, you were greeted by a lavish living room and your new master.

A woman in her mid to late 20's wearing what you assumed was a military top and a hat with goggles on it. There were bandages from her boots to her knees, around her left arm, and on the lower part of her face. To your suprise she wore no pants, but that wouldn't be the wildest thing around marijoa, a holy knight could do whatever they wanted with no consequences. Hell, some of the higher ranked ones could pass judgment on the celestial dragons.

You looked down immediately as soon as you realized you accidentally looked at her, you heard her speak, but not to you (thankfully).

"Commander, I told you I am in no need of a slave." "Just have this one on standby, she was the last one in her cabin, the rest were all sent to get married"

The woman sighed, clearly the man was of higher authority than her, and she couldn't exactly refuse you. Which was worse

"... I guess I could have the last one, I hope you didn't pick out the rotten one for me?" "That is up for you to decide, gunko"

The man said before stepping away from the door... you heard your new master's footsteps approach you. You could see her feet as she stood infront of you.. your heart beat quickened... you didn't know this knight, and surely you didn't know if she'd eat you for fun, throw you out at the tiniest inconvenience, burn your body, whip you-

"Follow me to my room, in there don't get in my way." The woman said briefly before going to the vanity to put her hat down. She took you to her bedroom, you assumed she just got back from a mission or something. You stood by the door, not moving an inch as you heard your master walk around and do stuff around her room... her room was a mess indeed, gunko looked around and eventually decided why not to try you out.

"Clean the room and reorganize my cabinets, I'm going to take a shower."

You immediately started working, her place was cozy, with a scented candle burning, she did make it a nice and welcoming environment.. you made sure to stay silent during this one, you couldn't gauge anything on this knight.

You set out some pyjamas you found for your new master for when she gets out of the shower. You mindlessly worked like a robot, your master turned around to look for something in the room before showering.

"Why are my pyjamas out of place, slave?"

You immediately panicked- it was just a habit you had with others.. to have their clothes ready after they shower.. you were a little too quick this time-

"I'm s-sorry- master.. I'll take them away right now, please forgive my ignorance!" You cried and ran to pick up the clothes, she swung her wrist and an arrow of hers was sent flying to pick up the clothes away from your reach.

Oh you were done for.

Absolutely done for.

You were just going to bow for forgiveness when she spoke.

"You're already an experienced slave, I guess that works for me, good girl".

She said and ruffled your hair slightly. You blushed from the unexpected and unusual praise... You were flabbergasted but neeeded to reply.

"Thank you master..."

Gunko immediatly noticed how your words fell out so smoothly... a little too.. expertly... as if your words have been thought off before and calculated precisely for this occasion.

She decided not to comment on it for now, but she would sure be looking into that more in the future. She explained how her place worked, she usually stayed in her bedroom while every other room like the kitchen or the living room was practically abandoned and filled with dust. She ordered you to begin cleaning and you ran to work.

Gunko began brushing her hair so it doesn't get tangled in the shower while you worked incessantly to make sure any visible speck of dust was gone, you had torn off a clean part of your clothes to clean.

Gunko was just entering the bathroom when she saw that... you clearly didn't know where the proper equipment is, and if you began searching it would be considered trespassing..

"The proper cleaning tools are under the sink."

She said and entered the bathroom, turning on the water to hop in the shower. Her snail was playing a shuffle of her favourite songs as she washed herself up. It was an array of classical and pop music, you enjoyed listening to the faint music sounds as you worked, you hummed the same tones you heard while tidying up the couch.

Gunko was using her haki to check if you were doing anything shady, she didn't expect to hear such a beautiful and soft voice from a slave's mouth.. how lucky she was, gunko thought. She was already thinking about how to make you her songbird.. a gold cage and proper clothes was a nice option.

The moment she turned off the water you stopped humming, thinking she couldn't listen to you when the water was running, naive slave. She wrapped a towel around her body and went to her bedroom to change, passing by you quietly, she purposely let drops of water from her hair fall on the floor to see if it would be clean after she changed into her pyjamas.

Gunko got changed and threw the towel on her head, she walked back in the living room, and indeed the trail of water was already gone and you were sweeping under the couch for trash. You were biting harshly on your lips, terrified that she had heard you sing, she made no indication of that and turned back to her bedroom.

The soft music was playing again as she got comfortable in bed. She had dried her hair quickly and finally let her body rest in bed, you were almost done cleaning, looking around, you picked a corner on the floor to sleep in... sleeping in the living room was logical to you, since every other room was connected to it and your master would be able to call on you from wherever. Your stomach growled, but gunko hadn't given you permission to eat... so you slept like that, listening to the melodies playing from your master's room.

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She woke up the next morning and slumped out of her bedroom to make breakfast, she saw you curled up in a hidden corner in the living room and was confused... because you couldn't have missed the couch.

"Slave, wake up!"

She sternly commanded, your eyes bulged out and you forced yourself to stand up.

"Yes- master-!" You said hazily while blinking multiple times...

"You had the couch to sleep on, why did I find you on the floor?" "Uh- well you didn't order me to sleep anywhere specific... and I'm wearing dirty clothes.. i didn't want your precious couch to get dirtied.."

Gunko huffed in annoyance, you were smart, but you couldn't think for yourself as a slave.

"I already ordered for proper maid clothes to come to you and I'm remodeling a room so that you can stay with me."

You instantly shook your head-

"Master that's too much for a lowly slave like me!"

Gunko raised an eyebrow and you immediately shut up...

"Good." Your master said before going into the kitchen and starting to cook. You just stood there and she turned to you.

"Sit down, you can think for yourself in my house, slave."

You had no option but to obey her... gunko played her music again while she cooked and you relaxed, immediately feeling heavier with sleep as sleeping on the floor wasn't exactly ideal.

You started to softly hum while asleep, gunko didn't miss a beat and immediately sent an arrow to stop the recording to hear you clearly, your words were jumbled but you still created a gentle melody out of simple sounds...

Gunko enjoyed your voice more than any prerecorded music she had on hand, she wished she wasn't cooking to hear more out of you, now that she had her confirmation that you knew how to sing, she'd definitely order you to do it for her.

She finished cooking breakfast and set your portion of the food in the fridge for you to eat when you woke up, she didn't really need you for anything as she would be out all day doing paperwork with her commander : shamrock.

She ate her meal and got dressed, picking up her beloved hat and headphones and leaving quietly..

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You woke up several hours later, well rested but in a panic- what happened?! You were supposed to serve your master but she was nowhere to be seen! You clearly slept after she told you to sit down, your tears began flowing, you did something you weren't supposed to do...

You immediately got up to check if the place had been trashed or was still clean.. you checked if the fridge was still clean or had any spills in it- oh.

For my property to eat

That was written on a paper on some food... as far as you knew you were your master's only slave, the tears turned from sadness to joy as you brought the plate and a disposable fork to the couch you were on-

"Heat it."

You were startled when your master seemingly appeared out of nowhere... standing in her military attire. You wordlessly nodded and ran to the microwave, you were so grateful to eat a warm meal after what felt like decades... gunko wanted to protect your voice, and cold meals weren't gonna do that. She quickly changed in her bedroom before coming back to the living room, she sat down next to you and turned on the video transponder snail. She started cycling between the channels to find something interesting... until she settled on an opera play, a slow but a mesmerising one.

You stopped eating to watch, focusing on the singers techniques and ways, your mouth gently replicated their movements but made no noise, as if trying. Your finger tapped on the plate to find the beat of the music the instruments were playing, gunko noticed all that. She already set her mind on having you be trained professionally in marijoa.

Select slaves were trained in music to perform for the celestial dragons, they were treated just slightly better than the rest, only enough to keep up their strength for plays and performances, but you? You would be treated just like gunko was treated, she already decided you would be hers.

Your food was getting cold while you watched, gunko simply stomped her right foot to snap you out and you looked down at your still half full plate and hungrily ate again, fearing the food would be taken away.. gunko thought she should definitely teach you some high class etiquette, if she was going to be using you as eye candy, you needed to be perfect in mannerisms and looks, and she could tell you had potential if some makeup was put on your face and your hair was done.

She cleared her throat to get your attention,

"You will be trained under experts in their fields."

You didn't understand what your master meant... and you were kind of scared... You nodded approvingly and moved to wash your plate in the sink, meanwhile gunko used that time alone to call the palace tailors to come take your measurements to make fine clothes for you, she also made the call to the director of the opera to tell him she would be giving him a new one to train, the man tried politely declining since training someone completely new would be wasteful- but gunko cut the call before he could say any more.

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Over the course of the next few weeks and months, you were shocked to see how much your master was doing for you, when she first led you to marijoa's opera, your eyes lit up at everything, Gunko watched all your training sessions without fail and indulged in your voice every chance she got. God, it was so alluring to the holy knight, the best talent she's heard in ages, she already had the rings made for when you were proper enough to get married to her.

In gunko's manor, you were still a slave, but a well dressed one, she ordered for cute maid dresses to be made for you and you thanked her profusely for the clean clothes, she gave you full permission to use the bathroom and shower and you took the opportunity to present yourself as the best for your master every day.

Gunko never failed to throw money on you. She will declare to everyone who you belong to.

She asked for you to sing to her every time she was bored, you still weren't the best... but you always followed her order, singing to her whatever she wanted.. in rare cases, gunko would face you directly, having you on her bed. One hand on your cheek, the other holding your throat gently as she loomed above you... admiring every inch of you. You never felt any threat from her.. but you were still skeptical, seeing the nature of how you grew up.

Gunko couldn't believe she had such a treasure with her... such a precious little thing you were to her... you quickly learned to skip over the nerves and sing. Gunko looked terrifying in cases, her multicoloured eyes widening as a hunter that's watching it's prey... all because of your voice.

She was never unkind to you though, sure she scared the living shit out of you sometimes, but you lived comfortably. She had a separate room in her manor made for you.. everything to protect your sweet voice was provided, plenty of fluids and hot beverages were provided to you by her or other maids that often dropped them off at appointed times. Any and all kinds of cigarettes or smokes were immediately banned in the vicinity of you, you stuck by her side and the speed of her arrows was enough to move any smoke away (She may or may have not fought saint sommers over his chain smoking addiction). You were only fed nutritious food from her hands or from the chef's that made food for the knights. Everything that you appeared to like was seemingly always available for you to eat.

She had the palace mentors teaching you proper etiquette, and everyone who refused to teach a 'slave' at first was killed discreetly. No one insulted what was rightfully hers and lived.

You quickly grew with her guidance, a perfect entertainer, and soon, a perfect partner.

She was glad singing was something that was drilled into you since birth, she didn't care to know why, but she knew one thing for certain.

She wanted you. Not just as a slave, but as a forever partner and lover, she couldn't let anyone have their filthy hands on you, her precious songbird, her precious pet. As a slave anyone could snatch you away if they had enough authority, she needed to have a marriage signed between you 2 so that she could punish anyone that came between you 2 ruthlessly.

She decided to show you off for the first time when a famous play would be happening, you weren't a part of it because it was still too complex for your voice, you honestly felt embarrassed about not being there already, not realizing that having a good singing voice took years to achieve.

Gunko didn't offer any words, she just gave you what to wear and left you silently, you were there so she could flex you, that's it.

A pretty dark red dress to match her navy dress, you quietly put on the dress in your room.. wondering just how much a thing like this cost, gunko put on her own outfit and did her eye makeup, not willing to take the bandages off her face today. You walked out after you did your hair minimally, not wanting to out-do your master. (Not like you could anyways)

You walked out to meet your master in her bedroom.. she gave you a look up and down, your face was bare of any makeup since you didn't own any.. but for this occasion, gunko wanted her property to look valuable, at the snap of her fingers she easily had a makeup artist come in to do your makeup while she made a few calls.

You were very confused on what this person was putting on your face but you let it happen...

When gunko looked you over again, she gave a satisfactory nod, you quickly glanced at the mirror... you were.. different.. your face beamed, your cheeks had an artificial blush and your cheek bones looked well defined, your eyes sparkled with eyeshadow and liner that fit well with your face, your lips matched your dress and gleamed with gloss...

You were confused why your master would put so much effort into your looks- but she ordered you to follow her and you just had to, luckily she didn't force you to wear heels- you would've fallen head first and embarrassed her.

Both of you reached the corridor that held the knights and the higher members of the world nobles where they talked before the play started. You walked just a step behind your master and tried keeping your head down. Gunko quietly reprimanded you, she was the commander's right hand woman, anyone she deemed worthy enough of being close to her should stand with pride.

"Straighten up, let my colleagues see you." "Y-yes master..."

You replied and looked straight ahead, trying your hardest not to meet anyone's eyes. Both of you were politely stopped by a tall red haired man.. the same one who led you to gunko, you remembered. He pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand and your face immediately felt warm at the treatment...

"May I assume that gunko has taken a liking to you?"

It took you a moment to realise he's talking to you, you nodded and offered a polite head bow,

"I can only guess, but i do hope i am living up to Master's expectations..."

Gunko answered the indirected question with a brief nod to shamrock, she didn't offer him any more attention and took you further in the hall, already feeling jealous even though it was her own idea to bring you, saint sommers was already eye fucking you like a mad man from a mile away...

She took you to your luxurious seats, you looked eager to watch this play.. you have seen the practices as you were a small part in them, but seeing the real deal for the first time made you feel alive, your heart pounded at the gracious performance, gunko watched with indifference on her face, she did not care for anyone in the play, since you weren't a part of it (yet). You were mumbling random remarks and studying everything infront of you..

"I wonder if i could ever sing this well for master.." You said in a hushed tone, gunko wordlessly leaned over and put a ring on you right ring finger, you were taken aback by the sudden cold metal, gunko leaned closer to your ear her hand pushing against your head to pull you closer.

"Maybe in a few years, but it's not like i care, your voice is all i need, untrained or trained, unpolished or polished, your vocal cords fuel something in me that I never knew I had..."

Your focus was immediately thrown off the play, your body jerked back against her hand, she backed up slowly as if nothing happened, looking back to the singers.

You were left in a daze.. looking down you saw the really pretty ring.. infused with a ruby. You saw your master wear a matching one with a sapphire.. you panicked and tried to pry it off, thinking it was an accident.

Gunko placed her hand on yours to calm you down, her eyes weren't on you yet, the play they were watching was finishing up and a round of applause started, gunko didn't want to wait any longer if nothing was going on and stood up, having you follow her frantically, you wanted to speak so badly... but you knew you weren't allowed to- she stopped and turned towards you.

"What is it?"

She didn't call you a slave... which usually followed her every order- you raised your right hand slightly to show her the ring.

"May i ask the meaning of this? There is no need for master to give me such an expensive piec-" "We're engaged now." "What-?!"

You almost shrieked, gunko just walked straight to her house without offering you a single word.

You still looked scared.. she didn't understand why.

"What's wrong with you?" "Uh.. master, you said we're engaged" "I did. Is that not something that you want?" "I- i don't know what i want..." "Then your master knows best, as you are, i risk you being taken away from me, but if we were to be wed, no one will say a word to us" "I...i don't even have a name" "Decide one."

She said as she sat down and began to wipe the makeup off her face at the vanity... you were left there to think..

"I like.. i like the sound of mortine" "Unacceptable"

You were shocked.. what did you do wrong?? Your master stood up and approached you.

"That name means death, the future wife of a God's Knight should not have a name that reminds us of our inevitable end." "My apologies- master- i never knew!"

She touched your cheek gently..

"May I suggest a name for you?" "Of course-!" "Allegra..." "It sounds... pretty, master" "You may call me gunko, since in a few weeks we will be forever partners."

She walked back to her vanity to bring you a wipe to get rid of the makeup on your face, she brought it up and gently wiped away the makeup from your cheeks.

"Allegra means joyful, the upbeat in music, truly a fitting name for my beloved singer, hm?" "Y- yeah- whatever you think, master- gunko i mean ..."

Saying her name felt so wrong, she gave you the wipe to continue and you excused yourself and went to take off your clothes and wash your face clean.. you wore your ring to bed... thinking about this days events.. you were being forced to marry, just like you originally thought what was gonna happen when you were in a disgusting place.

But this didn't feel bad, gunko treated you well, took care of you, sheltered you, fed you, clothed you... everything a "perfect" partner does. And all you had to do was speak and sing, she would be satisfied.

You heard a knock on the door and was pulled out of your thoughts.

"Yes-?"

Gunko walked in, getting in bed next to you casually, you turned away.. slowly.. you expected to be punished for the amount of panic and questions you displayed today.

"If i wanted to punish you, i wouldn't have knocked, silly."

Gunko pointed out and your body relaxed just slightly, you turned your head to see her relaxed body, one leg bent and the other over it with her arms behind her head, you didn't pose any danger to a powerful woman like her after all, so your mind went to other torture methods she could use on you... despite being treated properly under her care, you couldn't let that hint of worry leave your body, being subjected to slavery for many years basically made your trust basically non existent.

"You can speak freely in my presence." "Why.. why um.. did you decide that you will marry me?" "If I don't, i run the risk of you being taken away from me, have i not explained that already?" "You could've married any high ranking celestial dragon, i mean, you are stunningly beautiful... master.." "Gunko, and no, i only took a liking to you."

She suddenly was over you, straddling your waist and bending to push her face into yours, you let out a small squeak at the sudden movements, making gunko smirk, the more noise you made, the more satisfied she was. But if you 2 were to get married.. you worried she would use you for her pleasure... something you were always terrified off, luckily you have managed to evade such extremes all your life. But now..?

Gunko saw how hard your brain was working and flicked her fingers at your forehead, that was the most pain she's ever given you, only to reprimand you for silly things you did or thought. It was a welcome type of pain, something you never expected to feel, it showed you she genuinely... cared, otherwise there would be no reason for you to learn proper etiquette and have training in your favourite hobbies. She raised an eyebrow, basically asking what's on your mind.

"Well- like.. like the other celestial dragons... you're gonna... use me.. aren't you?"

You said in a hushed breath, looking away from her, she simply hummed and got off you, if that was what's on your mind, you clearly were uncomfortable with her position. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding before she answered.

"I am a holy knight, I am of higher standards, i choose you to be my partner in life, someone worthy enough to be my wife. I do not wish to make my partner uncomfortable, that would be a bad name for someone like me" "But i heard... that the celestial dragons-." "They, yes, they are heinous and have no moral code, they use female slaves for pleasure, and expect us knights to work to their every whim"

The blonde sighed, using her arrows to bring herself a bottle of wine and 2 glasses to pour into before continuing.

"If us knights were.. in need of a... breather, we hook up with humans after our missions, it isn't so hard for us to seduce them. slaves are generally too weak to handle the male knights, you know, they're- pretty rough, and it's mainly out of respect for the female knights, if we saw them use female slaves with no care in the world, all of the weaker knights would be too scared to serve as Holy knights."

She swirled her wine and drank elegantly, you were just listening while blinking.

"Do consider that, if i do not wed you, you would easily be taken away from me, the celestial dragons fancy the singers every once in a while."

You gulped.. now you understood some parts of this, she honored your wishes and hidden talentS by training you, but to actually keep you here.. and safe, you would need to be hers fully. Otherwise she'd be forced to give you up to a celestial dragon for their sick pleasure.

Gunko tilted your head with one finger towards her.

"That's why i can't let you out of my sight, a frail thing like you would be taken by some fat fuck of a celestial dragon..."

She spat out and offered you a glass of wine.. you sat up and gently accepted it... drinking the contents slowly, matching gunko's pace. When she cut the drinking with her voice.

"I was gonna kiss you, when i was on top of you" "Eh-?!!!" "Obviously, you are my partner, you will tell me if something makes you uncomfortable, ok?" "Eek-! Yes- of course!"

You felt a warmness inside your heart, she was using her authority to force you into speaking the truth and not pleasing her like a mindless doll.. if that's the case..

"C-can we still kiss-?" "Hm.. I'm in the mood for a kiss, do you want to?" "Yes, mast- gunko!" "Put the glass down, with how much you're shaking, you're going to drop it the moment i touch you."

Gunko giggled and your brain shortcircuited. You followed her order and waited, she very obviously made the first move, staring into your eyes as her hand caressed your cheek, your breathing quickened and gunko's eyes looked pleased, her heart was reacting with every glimpse of your voice that you gave as a reaction to her.

She took your right hand in her left.

"You will tap my hand if you wish to stop or are uncomfortable, understood?" "Mhm!"

Gunko smiled lazily and took her bandages off with her free hand, she pulled your face closer and pressed her lips against yours slowly, the taste of fine wine interwined and she was glad to taste it again, especially when it was so much sweeter from your mouth. She didn't push too hard and pulled back to give you space. You covered your mouth with embarrassment.

"How was that, darling?" "S-sweet.." "Cute, i thought the same."

She commended and patted your head. Your breathing got heavier without you realizing it, and she had to stop every nerve in her being from pouncing on you. You were truly adorable, it'll take time to turn you into a proper wife that can talk without being scared, but she had all the patience in the world.

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The ceremony was uneventful, it had no witnesses, the supreme commander didn't see why an esteemed holy knight would marry a slave, but gunko was pretty adamant about it that he just had to comply and allow the marriage to happen...

☆☆☆A few years later.☆☆☆

Gunko and shamrock were on a mission, a pirates group was treading too closely around marijoa and making empty threats, and the 2 have been cooped up for a long while and needed to take their anger out by killing someone, They worked together to brutally finish off all the members of this pirate crew and get rid of all the bodies (more like, shamrock was waiting and letting gunko do it). He noticed she was taking a little longer than usual and went over to the spot were she said she would throw the bodies.

She was scrubbing her arms like a maniac, getting every drop of blood out of them, her legs looked pristine so it was clear to him she had already worked on them before he came.

"gunko, last time i checked, you had a fully functional bathroom." "and?" "why are you cleaning your body.. here... your clothes still have blood on them. it doesn't make sense" "my wife doesn't like seeing blood on my body when i come back to her."

he was about to snap when he remembered how she almost snapped sommers' neck for trying to flirt with you... he sighed and just waited until she was ready to send them back to marijoa.

The moment gunko and shamrock were back, she strayed away on an arrow that led back to her place, she could sense you from far away, seems like you were training your voice again.. how adorable, she thought. She concealed her presence with haki and got in quietly, you sounded frustrated, trying to sing the same part for a week straight, but you could never figure it out, gunko enjoyed listening to your silly complaints, whatever gave her more of your voice.

she wrapped her arms around your waist and pressed a kiss to your cheek, you almost fell from shock until you saw her, you grinned to your knight and opened your arms to hug her happily.

"i missed you!" "mhm.. me more, babe"

she pressed a peck against your lips that made you dizzy on the spot- she giggled and just went to the bathroom, you yelled after her.

"I'm- I'm your wife now! Stop teasing me like that!!" "you like it!"

she yelled back and turned on the water, cleaning all the blood that was under her clothes... truly a disgusting amount, but luckily her soaps were strong enough to deal with the odors. she could still hear your faint voice harmonizing and trying again.

She had bought the golden cage for you, sitting prettily in the living room... you had been terrified when you first saw it- thinking gunko would torture you in there or starve you, but when she explained she had it custom made for you, her beloved songbird, to sit inside and sing.. your worries eased just a bit. It was spacious, with a swing in the middle and enough room for a few pillows and blankets, the bottom had a soft mattress so you could never hurt your feet. it had quickly become your comfort spot, where you would sit politely and sing for your darling wife, the one who saved you from the life of slavery, it reminded you that the only cage you were truly in, was the marriage you 2 were in, and it was a damn welcome cage to be in.

you decided to sit inside the cage, taking your study papers with you inside, you sat on your swing as you read through the papers and waited for your wife.

gunko wore her casual clothes before entering the living room to see you in her favourite spot. gunko smiled and approached the cage, fingers caressing the bars, as if scared that a wrong movement will shatter everything... you were too precious for any rough treatment, and gunko only held you with the softest hands. you swung happily inside, a smile so bright combined with your heavenly giggle was deadly.. you jumped off and faced gunko.

"hm... what should i sing for my wife this time around?"

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hope you enjoyed gunko fans! have a nice day, mwah mwah! 💛💛💛

[strawberryspritzz]

Rough mission

spoilers for chapter 1137 if you're gonna read this!! <333

Shamrock x gn!reader

summary: You are the Holy Knight's hairdresser, they had a rough mission and come back to you finally at the end of the day and you take care of them and give them a hair cut. <3

contains/tags: Fluff, Gender-Neutral Pronouns when needed but i used (you)! Hair Washing, non-sexual Intimacy, Facial Shaving, Hair Braiding, mention of child neglect, kissing, Injury Recovery, g*rling

its on my ao3 here!

Hope you enjoy <3

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The announcment rang through the Figarland's family residence.

"Master Figarland Shamrock has returned!"

Garling did not make the slightest effort to move to welcome his son back, his son would come to him, just like he did after each mission.. to give garling the report himself like he had always done for his 39 years of living.

You were grooming garling's hair, using a shit ton of hairspray to make it stick in that spike he liked to keep it in. Truthfully, it looked like utter bullshit, but if you said anything your head would be hanged for decoration on the family residence until it rotted and had the rodents eat it. You hesitantly grabbed the razor and approached garling's moustache, holding his face (ew) with 3 fingers to angle it right for you to clean up around the area. His sunglasses obstructed your view of his eyes, so you couldn't tell if he was satisfied or not, and you didn't want to know to be honest, you were just here to do your usual work.

You gravely hated working on garling, any mistake on him would quite literally be your death, any other knight would just scold you for a poor job... but that wasn't the case here. You continued silently, your heart beating faster at what's supposed to be just a normal day to you...

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Shamrock walked with his usual confidence, ignoring the fact that his usually neat hair looked like a rat's nest, his braids were close to coming undone, his uniform was tainted with blood from battle, bottom lip busted and bleeding down on his chin.. his elegant appearance completely disheveled and inappropriate for a man of his status.. but at this point the poor man was too tired to care. His body was on autopilot. He couldn't even see infront of him.

He wordlessly entered garling's office, luckily you just got finished with garling's hair, it beamed bright after your work, signifying how good you were, but you felt like your efforts were wasted on the old geezer that only had a few more years to live...

You were dating his son, but due to you only being a Holy Knight, the two of you had to keep your relationship a secret, for garling always wanted shamrock to marry a woman of high status that would increase their general power and reign.

You wanted to run to your boyfriend but you didn't make a move that suggested anything, you just packed up your items wordlessly without so much as glancing up. Shamrock approached garling's desk and placed the report of the mission down on the expensive wood.. he had had gunko write it down for him because she was in better shape than him, he was sure he couldn't speak properly anyways.

You could see the blonde knight standing just shy of vision at the door, also looking worried for shamrock and was likely there to help him walk back to his (also your) room. You could see him slightly tilt cerberus back on his hip to lean on it to try and stand up straighter. Your heart shattered at how hard your boyfriend was trying.. knowing how much it meant to him that he always looks in his best shape, and how harsh garling treated him for all of years he lived.

Garling looked at your boyfriend with disgust. You truly wished to just jam the scissors in your hand in his head that should've balded a few years ago now. Garling used a pen to turn the report that was stained with a few drops of blood towards him, his lip turned up in disdain as he used the tip of the pen to open the folder so as to not touch it himself. He knew this wasn't his son's hand writing, while all holy knights wrote in perfect cursive, naturally the female knights had a softer look to their hand writing since their hands weren't as big as the male knight's hands.

You left garling's side and bowed politely, "Excuse me, Saint Figarland, commander Shamrock."

You heard the folder that shamrock put on the desk be pushed off the desk into the trash while you were walking out, damn that arrogant geezer, you walked out and stood next to gunko who also looked like she needed treatment.. God, what happened to them? You carefully approached her, your tone softening for her,

"Are you alright? You guys look like you got beat up bad.."

She nodded quickly, yet you could tell she was lying and wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her.. you knew your boyfriend would take some time inside that would allow you to take gunko to the infirmary, so that's what you did... you would have an entire different story tonight, comforting shamrock from the shackles his father held deep into his skin if he even woke up..

☆☆☆inside the room after you left☆☆☆

"You did not write this with your own hands, son"

Shamrock opened his mouth to speak but the metallic taste of his own blood coated his tongue firmly.. he closed his mouth instead and nodded, turning his head down in shame. Garling threw one of the rags that the slaves use to clean straight at shamrock, the latter's step faltered at the small item and his face flushed in utter embarrassment.

"Go clean yourself, you look no better than a jester playing dress up to impress a king."

Shamrock forced himself to nod, his last bit of energy depleted while walking back outside..

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You just dropped off gunko at the infirmary and ran back like a maniac, you were pretty sure you bumped into a few knights but who cares? You almost sprinted past the office door but stopped yourself and your boots screeched against the floor... you saw shamrock finally leave the office, he looked 2 steps shy of passing out, you immediately ran to grab his arm and put it around your shoulders, holding his weight on you with ease.

"Shamrock, stay with me, i just need you to make it back to our room, can you do that for me?"

He slumped more of his weight on you wordlessly and you tightened your grip on his side, helping him walk step by step, his eyes were blurry, and he could barely recognize his surroundings.

You were so damn lucky that saint shepherd sommers was in the residence, probably to drop something for garling, the older man saw you and shamrock and immediately approached, looking concerned for his commander.

"Hey, hey, hey... don't fuck with me, what happened to shamrock?"

You straightened your back slightly before replying to the older knight.

"Seems like the mission they went on was too brutal, gunko's in the infirmary. That's how bad it is."

Sommers nodded as he listened to you- you were both interrupted by a loud cough from shamrock, the blood pooled from his busted lip spilled all over the floor in a horrifying manner. You immediately looked panicked, not only were you worried about your boyfriend, but if garling or anyone sees this.. shamrock would not be let off the hook so easily.

"Sommers, can you order a maid to clean this up, please? Don't tell anyone its source, I'm begging you. I'm taking shamrock to his room."

You asked the older knight before immediately speeding your steps and forcing shamrock to walk with you. When you finally reached his luxurious room, you broke the door down with your foot, that could be fixed and explained later.. you managed to lay him in bed and keep his head elevated, that busted lip needed treatment as it could slowly choke him...

You brought a wet rag and gently opened his mouth, cleaning his bottom lip where the cut was, you could see his eyes shaking slightly, which was a good sign he was with you, maybe after the bleeding stops he'll come around more. He was wearing too many clothes for his own good, you slithered the cloak under his body first, and then his thigh high boots, truly.. you didn't know how he walked in these, they must be painful in battle.

You took apart his top with one hand while keeping the rag pressed against his lip.. you began to wonder how your boyfriend's brother was called an emperor with one arm. you had trouble getting the military tail coat off him but eventually got it above his head, luckily you knew he always wore a long sleeved black shirt under it. (That thankfully saved you the embarrassment of seeing his toned muscles.)

The trousers... shouldn't be an issue for now (You decided to save your dignity). The bleeding stopped from his lips and you could see it wasn't a deep wound thankfully so it wouldn't need stitches. But you knew you still needed to press ice against it every once in a while.. you worked on his other scratches and wounds, some hidden under his sleeves which was easy to spot, some on his legs and thighs in which you had to pull his trousers legs up to be able to treat him well, if you had to generally guess. You would guess he's conscious, but only barely enough to recognize his surroundings, otherwise he would've pushed you off and told you not to treat him ever again..

That man hated showing weakness under any circumstances, not for you, not for garling, not for anyone. You had been patient with him, in his own way he was caring, a little confused on what exactly he should do in a... relationship, but he's trying. His commands didn't work on you like they worked on everyone else, you didn't hesitate to fight shamrock evertime over an order that you couldn't take for whatever reason, you occasionally fought him for both killingham and gunko because they both were scared about stepping up to shamrock like you do.

You finished patching his body up and eventually and sighed, you were tired. You gave him some pain meds via syringe (you never asked him why he had those lying around). His pained face finally relaxed and he looked to be in deep sleep, your expression softened at the sight... it was rare that you and your boyfriend ever had time together. It was even rarer if he had time to spend with you, he was always coped up on that shitty desk of his.. working on endless paperwork.

You took the opportunity to release his braids, untangling them gently and carefully with your fingers. His hair needed a damn good wash.. but you weren't gonna reel his unconscious body to the tub and back. You had already cleaned up most of his body while bandaging him up. You got a wide tooth comb and began brushing his fiery red hair, it was so damn pretty, and he only let you touch it. That meant alot to you, for him to trust you with what makes him... him.

You began detangling from down to up, holding the more tangled parts and seperating them hair by hair with your delicate fingers. It didn't take long with how he always takes care of it, so you looked at it in satisfaction. You could give him his monthly trim when he wakes up.

For now, you just needed to focus on icing his wounded lips and finding soft foods for him to eat when he wakes up. You got up to go to the kitchen, firing up the kettle to make yourself some strong coffee so that you don't sleep, someone needed to keep an eye on him and it sure as hell was gonna be you. You closed the door that you broke down earlier, thankfully the lock still worked but the handle.. looked unstable-

You sat next to shamrock on the bed and picked up a book..

This was gonna be a long night.

You kept pressing ice against his wounded lip every 2 hours, trying your damn hardest not to wake him up. You didn't know how- but you manged to stay up for 16 hours when he finally began to regain consciousness and wake up, you gently held his face with your left hand, getting his attention gently with your cold tips.

"Shamrock..." You whispered softly, in hopes of not scaring him.

His eyes finally opened, a bit more focused now. ruby coloured eyes met yours quickly.. he had no expression on his face, he just watched you.

You felt compelled to pull away.. thinking you've annoyed him, but just as you were about to back away, he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls your body into him- you ended up firmly on his warm chest and the rest of your body on the bed.. sleepiness hit you like a bullet. But you still needed to keep the swelling down and check on his wounds for atleast another few hours. You pushed against his chest to try and sit up.. "Shamrock, let go of me" you whined and he ignored you, pulling you fully on his body with his 2 arms. (Even if one hurt him like a bitch)

You muffled a groan into his chest, he was so damn warm... he bent slightly to whisper in your ears, "shall I assume that you took care of me, my darling?" You nodded, looking up to him.

"I did, you were in bad shape, garling was also being a dick to you!"

He clicked his tongue in annoyance before speaking, "Do not insult my father like that". you rolled your eyes, "then don't let him treat you like dirt. you are the son of a saint!" You argued back. The red haired man grumbled.. "just sleep"

You shook your head and pulled your head away from his body, "i need to be awake incase anything happens to you."

"I order you to sleep with me, now come back." He said as he pushed you back into his chest.... maybe you could rest, it was still an order from your commander.. so yeah.

You nodded and closed your eyes, feeling slightly guilty for sleeping on your hurt boyfriend but he's the one holding you in his arms. You gave up and let your eyes close... you murmured, "love you..".

Shamrock's eyes twitched, he wasn't very good at expressing his love verbally.. so he just patted your back, as if returning your words in gesture.

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You used any time he was asleep to quickly run to check on gunko who was in the infirmary. You shamelessly asked sommers to stay next to your boyfriend's room incase anything happened while you were gone to check on the blonde. You knew there was something between shamrock and sommers in the past, but to be honest you didn't care enough to put a finger on it, as it didn't affect your relationship now.

For how cold shamrock was, you never expected him to soften up so much, you secretly (and regretted) wishing he got injured more so that he dotes on you more as you usually never had time with him due to his endless duties, and could sometimes go weeks without a proper meal or conversation with him.

You kept waking up mid sleep, for occasional check ups on him or gunko, but eventually you fell into deep sleep on him, shamrock made sure to not let you go from his grasp every time you crawled back into him, your familiar weight on him did wonders and soothed him mentally, making him forget his physical pains, even during sleep.

You almost panicked when you woke up a few hours later- fearing you left your boyfriend unattended for too long. Shamrock put his hand on your hair to calm you down. "You did well, I'm here", He said in a hushed tone for you, you felt your body instantly relax and your eyes soften. When you were finally able to get up (by force because he wouldn't let you leave him so easily) you made him some soup that wasn't too hot to hurt his sensitive lips and sat next to him. He was confused on why you had a bowl of soup- until you scooped a spoonful and brought it to his lips, your expression leaving no room for argument.

"I'm not being fed like a toddler" Shamrock exclaimed and turned his head away. You knew you were going to run into this problem, and truly, your patience was running thin with the lack of proper sleep as well.

Your hand lashed out and grabbed his face, cupping his cheeks and pulling his face back to you, you smiled a venomous smile before speaking softly, "you either eat from your darling girlfriend's hands... or spill everywhere like an actual toddler. So, my beloved commander, which would you like?"

He could feel the venom in your tired voice seething... he quietly opened his mouth and you fed him slowly. Your face was much more tame now, "what a terrifying partner I have", he thought while continuing to eat from your hand. You took care to wipe any excess off his lips while he ate. He eventually stopped eating since he was full and you put the plate away.

"You have split ends in your hair, when would you like me to do them?" You asked while staring into his eyes, he almost fumed with anger, he despised anything that made him even slightly imperfect.

"Now" he responded briefly. You hummed and answered, "you need it washed first though,"

He nodded and murmured "i think i can stand". You immediately stopped him by pushing him back to the bed, he grumbled as he got confused- why were you stopping him when you were the one that suggested he basically needs a bath!?

"You can't bathe with the bandages, your wounds would reopen and they'd hurt like a bitch." You said sternly- he retorted immediately, "then what am i supposed to do, you're contradicting yourself!"

"Wait."

"....?"

You huffed, "You're gonna wait until the bandages come off so you can have a proper bath."

"Oh that's nonsense!"

"I'm not having you bleed to death in the bathtub because you were too arrogant, keep your ass in the bed shamrock or everyone is going to hear how I've wiped the floor with your ass after I already warned you!"

He was silenced again after your ruthless threats...

"Open your mouth" you ordered and he obeyed. You put your right thumb on his lip to check the wound.. you hummed, satisfied, "no more swelling, your lips are fine now, which is good, maybe you'll feel some slight tingles but other wise- hmph!"

Once he heard his sign he immediately pulled you in for a kiss, his hand stayed firmly on the back of your head so that you can't go anywhere, you were shocked at how fast shamrock was despite being injured, you kissed him back despite being caught off guard and almost out of breath again. He didn't let you take control, he was always the dominant one and that would never change, your hands fell on his clothes as he bit slightly into your bottom lip, eliciting a tiny moan from you, the faint taste of the coppery blood was there and you could taste it faintly.

You needed a breath after that so you pulled back and he let you, his smirk was subtle but there, your face flushed red as you yelled at him- "You're not supposed to have energy to do that! It's too early and you could've hurt yourself!" You scolded him, but it didn't look like he was taking you seriously.

"Can't a man want a kiss from his dearest nowadays?"

"Shamrock...rest!"

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You were always surprised at how fast your boyfriend rebounded, his body always healed quickly, quite fit for a knight of his status you guessed... the moment his body had been in the clear, he jumped in to shower, making sure to wash his hair thoroughly just like how you had taught him.

He would rather be caught dead than admit it, but he loved his monthly haircuts and shaves from your hands, how you were so focused on perfecting his hair and braiding it with utter precision, the scissors that cut clean his hair and made sure the tips were perfect...

You were preparing your equipment when he walked out with just a towel around his waist, you knew your boyfriend did this on purpose to get you flustered, so you instinctively threw the clothes he had prepared and pushed him back into the bathroom without a second word.

He was a second away from laughing but he pushed it into his palm as he got dressed.

"Better?" He asked as he got out, wearing a basic fit because thankfully he had no where to be.

"Yes" you said with a pout at his attempt and pointed him to sit down. "Perhaps i should cut an extra 2 inches for your disobedience these days.." You muttered and his haki hit you like a storm-

"I was kidding! Sheesh!" You yelled as you bonked his hair with a comb, he wasn't phased, you began by straightening his luscious hair and cutting the ends off smoothly, then you curled it just slightly to bring back the wavy hair he always had. The braids came easily to you, having done them time and time again for him, you could do them with your eyes closed now, and finally you stood in front of him to fix his bangs that framed his face..

You took the opportunity to give him a quick kiss on the cheek while giggling. There was a hint of red in his face before speaking "could you clean up my sideburns?" You blinked a few times and touched his cheek, yeah there was little growth that you hadn't even noticed. "No one is going to notice a few hairs, shamrock" You narrowed your eyes at him and he hit you with those adorable puppy eyes he only showed to you-

"Fine! Stop making that face-!"

You brought out a clean razor, since this little amount wasn't really worth bringing out the trimmer for, and the razor was closer to you. You held his face with your whole hand to angle it right for you to just chip them off.

"Working on you is much better than working on garling.." You muttered and he raised an eyebrow and replied, "has father done anything to you, darling?"

You shook your head, "not done something, but your father is fucking scary shamrock. Ever thought of that?" You said with slight disdain. He just giggled, his dad was indeed a force to be reckoned with. You had a question... and it blurted out without you thinking.

"Why do you keep the hair on your sideburns?"

Your question was good, it would be easier to just keep the hair around his mouth and that's it, any other would be extra maintenance. He sighed- and you had a feeling you asked a damn shitty question.

"My brother's facial hair is only around his mouth"

"That's a fucking stupid answer"

He was shocked at your bluntness- you quickly continued.

"Your brother's hair is a rat's nest 24/7, yours isn't, and yours is significantly longer than shanks' shitty shaggy cut. Why do you need some hair to differentiate your faces?"

He swallowed while you made sure your work was clean, now walking over to do the other side of his face.

"Father doesn't... he doesn't like looking at my face if it's too similar to shanks.."

Your hands immediately stopped.. what a shit fucking father.. You were seething with hatred for garling, not like you ever liked him, but everyday you find another reason to hate his ass.

You spoke softly, not wanting to trigger more bad memories,

"since when?"

"Ever since my brother was a teenager and going rouge as a pirate... and having his face in the newspapers. He would just... send me to my room, this room, and just ignore me and I'd be confused. At that time I wasn't interested in the newspapers or pirate news, so Ididn't know I had that much of a resemblance to my brother."

He was shocked at how much he admitted so quickly- but it was you, he trusted you.

"I'm so glad that geezer has a few more years left to live"

You quietly mumbled to yourself as you forced yourself to finish working, it was silent till the end, you gave shamrock one last kiss on the cheek before starting to pack up your tools.

Shamrock looked in the mirror, sharp as always, thanks to you.. he made a point to get you several new expensive clothing pieces and invite you to dinner soon. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and rested his head on your shoulder.. you were confused on why he was acting like... that- but out of the corner of your eye you could see his eyes almost closed, fully relaxing against you... it broke your heart how ruthless garling was to him, shamrock always overworked himself and did his best to impress his dad, all for garling to dismiss his efforts. You didn't move, you could see he was sleepy though.

"We can take a nap after i finish packing"

"...sounds good."

You finished quickly and hopped in next to him, you were used to sleeping while turned away, never hugging or cuddling, but this time, he wrapped his strong arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.. you wordlessly followed his lead and settled with your back against his chest, his grip was firm on you, comforting even.

Sleep quickly took over you, but it left shamrock a little bit as he considered his status and relationship with his father.. it brought him a headache that almost instantly went away when he smelled your hair, you shared his shampoo, so you always smelled of him, he always thought that was so damn hot, a piece of him, even as small as just smell, was always with you...

He buried his face in your hair, before finally falling into the hands of sleep for the first time comfortably in days.

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hope you enjoyed babes!! <33

i do have a gunko version of this, but I'm still writing a part 2 to it, that's why I dont think I'm gonna post it now, but if you wish to read on ao3, it's here!!

[strawberryspritzz]

Unexpected visit

there's spoilers for chapter 1137 if you continue reading!!

gunko x f!reader (that is shamrock and shanks' younger sister :3)

summary: y/n was sent down to the surface world with gunko to destroy a group of pirates, however that same group was already destoryed, and y/n pulls gunko to the local pub for some drinks. they unexpectedly run into the red hair pirates and it gets messy.

(a/n: hi hi! i write on ao3 but a friend encouraged me to post here! so here i am... i don't think i've beta read this, sorry for any mistakes! there's a huge lack in gunko fanfics so i was sent to provide. hehehe... here i am, feeding the 2 fans as i say, please enjoy!)

(erm, extra note, im writing alot of holy knights x reader fluff, no smut or any extreme topics , don't be afraid to request, my asks are open, except g*rling, i wont write that wretched being)

wc: 5580

contains: fxf, family reunion, drinking, g*rling is mentioned (ew), 3rd person prespective, carefree reader, the twins meet up too in here, and most importantly, fluff!

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Shanks would have never expected 3 things

1: he also had a younger sister.

2: he would accidentally flirt with his younger sister.

3: his sister shared his love for women.

Y/n was a bastard daughter, born to figarland garling and another poor woman who was his slave, y/n had despised her father for forcing a woman to carry her, yet she never left marijoa. She was still his blood, and she made sure to suck him dry as best as she could out of everything.

She moved with her own moral compass, dubbed as a god's knight yet she had a mind of her own when it came to anything. Unlike shamrock who followed any word garling told him like an obedient dog. She refused to acknowledge him as a father, called him by his first name and refused to respect him.

She knew she had a pirate brother named shanks, while his name was taboo in the figarland residence, it wasn't hard to see the damn similarities between him and shamrock. Y/n always chuckled when she saw shanks in the newspapers. Obviously the newspapers never really showed the pirate's personalities, only ever their recent fights and big news.

She explicitly asked shamrock if he could get his hands on some recordings of shanks that the marines managed to sneak, just to see what she could get from his personality, was he cold like shamrock, or open minded like her?

In both cases, she didn't resent him. Being a pirate sounded pretty damn fun. However she was too focused on making garling's life a living hell.

All in all, the elders couldn't simply expel her. They had no proper reason to.

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Shanks had just finished brutally killing off another weak pirate crew when he called for a celebration at the local pub as usual. Everyone was having the time of their life, shanks was hitting on women, beckman was playing darts with yassop, lucky roux was emptying the food stock of the pub, hongo was already calculating how is he gonna help all of those people with their hangover tomorrow.

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Gunko looked over at the crash site.. her and y/n were sent to kill that same group of pirates. Seems someone beat them to it... gunko wore her usual attire except with an added skirt that reached just above her knees this time, a habit she had done ever since she started going on missions in this... filthy world... she had too many men come too close to touching her for her own liking.

Y/n wore a red high collared blouse, topped with a black vest. Alongside fitted black trousers that were held up by a belt and a revolver on her right hip, and her sword "hydra" on her left hip. And obviously the cloak on her shoulders that did little to nothing in terms of concealing her because it was just decoration on her back as she saw it.

(When asked why she had a gun when she had hydra, she'd just shrug and say it looked cool, she also knew how to use it pretty well in case she didn't want to use hydra)

Y/n sighed. Her crimson shoulder length hair cut into a rough grunge cut that screamed that she had done it herself with no shits given. She smiled to her blonde girlfriend and wrapped her arm around her waist.

"Let's go drink and eat then. We have plenty of time, let's just tell marijoa they were eaten by a sea king or something"

"What if it's another group of pirates that killed them though.."

"So what if? We're strong enough to take care of some pirates."

Y/n gave gunko a kiss on her cheek, she sighed at her girlfriend's laid back attitude.. she was vastly different from her older brother who was also their commander. With her sword, hydra, on her left hip, she walked with gunko towards the local pub, which wasn't so hard to find with all the noise from it. Gunko glanced at y/n first...

"Shouldn't we cover our heads and faces as usual?"

"Meh, they're all too drunk."

Y/n threw open the door as gunko was forced to follow her inside sheepishly.. she stuck to her girlfriend's side, not wanting to accidentally get too close to a drunk man.

Y/n sat down on a stool, oblivious to the fact that the red hair pirates where just a couple of tables away, she crossed her legs and gave them her back, which only allowed for her hair, her swords sheath and barely any bit of her gun to be seen. Gunko sat next to her, careful with her skirt not to go anywhere it shouldn't. Y/n immediately made conversation with the bartender.

"Bring me and my beautiful girl here the strongest booze you have! We're here to let loose!"

Gunko sighed and gave the bartender some names of drinks they wanted. The drinks came soon and y/n immediately downed hers, while gunko took careful sips between her bandages while staring ahead or at her loud girlfriend.

Gunko had no idea how this relationship happened... she was cold and strict for all of her work days until she was assigned to a mission with shamrock's younger sister, she beamed brightly at the shorter knight, and immediately took gunko's hand after calling her cute enough times to make her blush profusely, and they executed the mission flawlessly. Y/n made sure to tease gunko and force shamrock to put them together for more missions, until y/n finally asked gunko if she wanted to try a relationship.

(Gunko's brain got fried for a good 5 minutes before she could nod her approval)

Ben beckman took notice of the 2 girls and nudged shanks.

"Hey boss, look at the 2 new cuties that walked in"

"Hm?"

Shanks immediately bent over to look. God damn. The blonde one was adorable, she was all red from her drink and the words of the other girl infront of her who like him, was an absolute ray of sunshine and laughter, she downed the drinks that kept coming easily with no regards to the future. Benn beckamn raised an eyebrow after staring for a bit

"Think they're dating?"

"One way to find out.. don't mind me boys.."

Ben and yassop sighed as shanks went over to flirt with them. As gunko turned to answer something y/n had said... she saw the red haired emperor approach them with a smile...

She was too shocked to comprehend what was happening, or even act.

He looked identical to her girlfriend.

Save for the obvious beard and body shape.

He looked identical to her commander.

Save for the short hair he had. Obviously shamrock's took more care of his crimson hair.

Y/n saw her eyes switch between her and the coming footsteps. She rolled her eyes sarcastically.

"Sheesh is this someone so much better looking than me-"

Gunko got up immediatly and left the pub, y/n was about to run after her when.... the figure spoke.

"What's another pretty red haired girl doing all alone like that?"

she turned around to see this person...Y/n's eyes immediately twitched as she saw shanks. He met her eyes and raised an eyebrow.

She looked identical to him.

This couldn't be a coincidence, could it?

☆☆☆☆ outside the pub ☆☆☆☆

Gunko immediately called shamrock...

"Figarland shamrock."

"Gunko- anyways- commander... remember that ship me and your sister were sent to destroy..?"

"Yes, i hope you two have done an adequate job."

"It was already destroyed."

"Well, makes your job easier-"

"By your brother"

....

"Gunko, i order you as your commander to summon me using the abyss right now and right there."

"I- ok, sir!"

☆☆☆inside the pub at the same time☆☆☆

They held eye contact for a few seconds.. now that she was turned to him, his crew saw her sword that... also looked similar to shanks' gryphon. Shanks batted his eyelashes for a few seconds.

"Well if we look so identical.. I'd hope to know the name of my long lost sister."

He jokingly grinned as he asked her, not entirely convinced he had a sister, curiosity killing him about this woman, he failed to see her sword as he held eye contact.

"I'm too sober for this"

Y/n downed another tankard amazingly quickly. From the tapes she watched, shanks was a very funny and chill guy. Just like her, with nothing bounding him he sailed the seas, made friends and enemies, and just lived his life.

As much as she wanted to talk with him...bond with him, as the family she knew would welcome her. Instead of her other brother who was too deep into his duties to entertain her even slightly as a kid. she definitely had a feeling that gunko had called shamrock.. and if he saw them all friendly and buddy like.. she wasn't sure if she would be alive by the end of the week for befriending a pirate, even if it was her brother. she pressed her face into her palm. The swirl of emotions and alcohol confusing her even more.

Shanks chuckled as he saw her drink. He was about talk again-

"Get the fuck away from me."

"Don't be mean, sweetheart-"

"Hydra!"

She called and pulled her sword out.. shanks' didn't sense any malice though.

...

Shanks jumped back, his crew already standing up and anyone else leaving.

Yep, sister. He now noticed the similarities in swords.

"Gryphon!"

....

Shamrock ignored gunko and rushed inside, already sensing shanks with his haki.

"Cerberus!"

All 3 blades were drawn out.. luckily no mythical creatures were drawn out. (Yet)

....

Gunko ran inside too.. scooting past shamrock to be behind her partner, she looked nervously above the taller's shoulder... the 3 red haired siblings gritting their teeth.. shamrock's sword was towards shank's and so was y/n's.. however-

Y/n glared at shamrock first and pointed her sword at him-

"Did you come here because garling told you, you damn dog?!"

"You have no right to talk to me like that, y/n- and no it was gunko who called me!"

"Still! If garling had told you might as well have flown here somehow!"

Shamrock's lips twitched at the onslaught of words from his sister- Shanks noticed her harsh attitude towards garling, and immediately knew they'd get along just fine. He glared at shamrock too and pointed his sword at him instead of at y/n. Now both swords were pointed at shamrock and his own was only on shanks'. A sweat drop fell on shamrock's forehead as shanks spoke.

"She has every right- you didn't bother to tell me i had a baby sister!?"

Y/n swung her head to him, sword still on shamrock.

"Damn pirate! I'm only 10 years younger than your sorry ass!"

"Haha! Anything under 30 is young to me, sister! I assume you hate garling too?"

"Of course! That stuck up geezer with his damn crescent shaped hair and beard has absolutely no place in my head! He's a piece of shit dad that only raised us to be soldiers-"

Shamrock pointed his sword at his sister.

"Shut it! Y/n! I won't tolerate such words about our father!"

"Father? He never showed us an ounce of love growing up! That's a father to you? He only ever cared about having strong kids to make an army with them!"

The 3 siblings argued like maniacs.

Shanks was trying to talk to the sister that he never knew he had. While yelling at shamrock for keeping it a secret and threatning marijoa over this. (Which admittedly, scared his crew..)

Shamrock was trying to discipline his younger sister while keeping shanks' influence away from her, and telling him the God's knights wouldn't let him even close.

Y/n yelled at shamrock for not letting her speak to shanks, as they were all still blood related, and yelled at shanks for not making an effort to keep in touch- (which she knew wasn't his fault, she would have abandoned garling too if she was in his place, but she just wanted to argue right now.)

Shamrock sighed-

"You were pointing your weapon at him!"

"Yeah!? I wanted to see if shanks was strong! Duh! It's called sibling love! Don't siblings always fight?"

"They do not!"

"They do! We just weren't raised by a father! We were raised by strict mentors!"

Gunko skillfully avoided the 3 siblings and stood with ben beckman, yasopp, lucky roux, and hongo, which welcomed her gracefully into the what-are-we-supposed-to-do gang. Despite their weapons being drawn... they saw no active threat from the other 2 red heads, or from gunko.

Shanks' crew was more confused than anyone though. Infront of them was... shanks' family..? Shanks had never spoke to them about possible family before...

hell, they assumed his lack of a last name was because he wanted to look cool on the wanted posters.

Ben beckman looked at gunko, who he thought was y/n's girlfriend from the start.

"She's your girl right.."

"Sure is..."

"Has this happened before?"

"Only with her and shamrock, which usually was pretty easy to break off.. since i could just look at her cutely and she'd back off immediately. But that won't work here will it?"

Beckman chuckled at gunko's blunt reaction. He extended a hand to the shorter knight.

"Guess so, ben beckman"

"Gunko."

They shared a quick peaceful handshake as they watched the trio.. still fighting...

Y/n eventually stood her ground. Being frustrated at her 2 polar opposite brothers she immediately put her sword to an attacking angle on her right.

"I'm tired! I'm gonna knock both of you out! Serves you right! Pirate and commander! Hydra! Come forth!"

The snakes began manifesting on her blade...

Shamrock did the same with his own blade.

"Maybe a proper hit will put you both back in place! Cerberus, manifest!"

The 3 headed dog started to appear...

Shanks grinned, ready to fight his sister and brother for the first time.

"Oh I'll show you both that us emperors aren't to be messed with! Gryphon! Behind me!"

The eagle-lion hybrid started to appear...the haki from the trio was actively destorying the poor pub.

Gunko glanced at beckman.

"May I stop all 3?"

She asked as she raised her arm.. obviously asking permission for only shanks. Ben nodded, amused.

"Be my guest."

.......

Shrurururururururu....

Gunko immediately thought this was too much, while she wasn't fond of stopping her girlfriend from a fight. This one would've had the whole island destoryed in seconds.

All 3 siblings were wrapped in her arrows. Their respective swords dropped as she held them tightly.

Ben beckman couldn't help but applaude the younger knight...

Y/n immediately grumbled.. but tried to sweet talk gunko.

"Darling of my heart.. gunko, will you please free me of your hold?"

Gunko walked to her girlfriend... her steps sure... she aggressively smacked y/n and shanks on their heads, and lightly hit shamrock's.

She stood in the middle of all 3 of them.

"You lot were gonna destroy the whole island!"

"Ok but it would've been a cool-"

Gunko stepped forward and smacked her girlfriend again.

"In my defense-"

And again.

"Sorry..."

Gunko was satisfied.

Shanks laughed loudly at his younger sister being manhandled by her girlfriend and y/n just grinned to shanks, loving the show her girlfriend was putting on(even if she herself was the victim). shamrock just kept his head downwards.. only now realizing how stupid it was for him to get involved when there wasn't any danger involved. Gunko approached Ben again.

"I'll take my 2, you take yours, I'll even pay for the drinks and the damages"

Shamrock inaudibly mumbled, he knew that meant gunko would force him to pay.

Ben beckman lit a cigarette and nodded.

"Deal, young girl. Just one request..."

"Yes?"

"Can we take him tied up like that back to our ship?"

Shanks tried to twist his head to fight this-

"Hey beckman! C'mon! I can walk!"

"Yes, but you might run to fight one of your siblings."

"No! I just wanna hug my sister man!"

Shanks genuinely pouted. His sister shared parts of his personality.. and clearly they would get along well on the same ship... shanks gave shamrock his puppy eyes, as he was y/n's commander, she batted her eyelashes to shamrock too. He eventually sighed.. shuffling in gunko's grasp... his sister looked desperate to have any connection with her family by blood.. she was rebellious, sure.. but still a knight, it didn't seem like it would get anywhere more than a few meetings, hopefully that is.

"We'll stand down if you do, shanks... i won't write in the report that we met you. You're free to decide your course of action, y/n"

Y/n beamed at that. Shanks nodded happily.

"Deal! No fighting!"

Gunko quickly glanced at beckman, who nodded to her. His captain was a man of his word.

She quickly undid her powers, the 3 dropping to the ground with a soft thump.

Shamrock's first priority was cerberus...

While y/n and shanks immediately embraced happily, leaving their respective swords on the ground. Shanks easily carried his sister with one arm. Gunko giggled too as she approached the 2 happy siblings already bonding over silly fun, the crew took fondly to the 2 girls, already seeing gunko as a future sister-in-law, despite their obvious different standings in the world.

"Careful with me!"

"You're so adorable! You're a female copy of me!"

"I am your sister! Duh!"

"I wish i could've held you as a baby!"

"You would've dropped me!"

He giggled and set her down, ruffling her hair.

Shamrock felt like... he was missing out... for the first time in his life. He was always too focused on being loyal to garling, improving his skill set to that of a mindless soldier, not free like y/n..

Ben and yasopp pproached the commander, he immediately held his sword... ben raised his arms in peace.

"Relax man... we made a deal."

"...fine"

"Go show her some love."

"Excuse me-?"

"Your sister. She won't be this age forever."

"....she's already almost 30."

"And? She's as rebellious as our boss. She still has a spirit that hasn't been crushed like yours... no offense. She might die tomorrow, thinking her only form of family was a stray pirate that she probably won't be able to get in touch with most of the time, and obviously her partner."

Yasopp cut in with a heavy sigh, patting shamrock's back.

"I.. more or less abandoned my son. I don't think I'll ever be able to face him and call myself his dad. You're lucky she still admits you're her brother."

Y/n was already bombarding shanks' with questions about his adventures while smiling, in which he answered gladly. Gunko sometimes asked too out of curiosity. Shamrock had a hard time seeing this sight..it was the widest laugh he had ever seen on his sister's face. Every face she had given him was either of boredom, disgust, or genuine disinterest..

Yet here she is, looking oh so interested in his younger twin.

Ben beckman and yasopp nudged him forward... shamrock eventually gave in and went to stand behind the 2 girls and infront of shanks. Y/n felt his presence and her face scrunched.. was he going to tell her to get ready to leave? Shanks immediately smiled to his twin.

"Hey shamy! Long time no see!"

Shamrock exhaled at the silly nickname.

"The family is all here huh?"

"Yeah! Ain't it cool! Our baby sister has a girlfriend before us!"

Gunko blushed, not used to the term yet. Y/n grinned and carried gunko in a bridal style carry, proudly displaying her partner. sticking her tongue out to shanks.

"Shanks, you probably fuck around, you aren't one to settle down!"

He threw his head back laughing. His sister already knowing him better than shamrock.

"You're so right!"

Shamrock sighed in dissapointment.. but a soft hint of a smile was on his face.

"Y/n, let your poor girl down."

"Nuh uh! She's my beloved prize for me tolerating being a God's knight!"

Shamrock chuckled, y/n was slightly more relaxed now that shamrock was too. She riddled gunko's cheek with kisses while the later tried to hide under her hat as the crew giggled at the captain's sister so proudly showing gunko off. Shanks gave gunko a pat on her head (hat)

"Thanks for taking care of our crazy sister, she must be a handful"

"She is! I never expected her and shamrock to be so different!"

Shamrock and shanks snorted, shanks couldn't stop laughing, while shamrock just put a hand on his sister's head with a soft smile. She quickly looked up to him and gave him a toothy grin back..

"This is nice.." Shamrock thought.

"Shamy! Y/n! Come spend the night on my ship!"

Shamrock's eyebrow raised in surprise- he was about to firmly refuse when y/n nodded happily immediately. She looked down to the girl still in her arms.

"Uh- would you mind..?"

Gunko turned to shanks.

"Can i stay with y/n..?"

"Ahaha! Of course! I'll make sure you love birds get a nice bed~"

Gunko blushed at the second meaning of the words, her arms wrapped around y/n's neck. Y/n laughed at the sentence and almost jumped with happiness. Her girlfriend was so cute. Shamrock raised an eyebrow, as if asking what about him. Shanks noticed.

"Well! Obviously with m-"

"Just because we're twins, doesn't mean I'm gonna share a room with you."

"Fine fine! You get a room too."

All settled, they walked to the red force, y/n not letting gunko down once. Despite her insistence she could walk perfectly fine.

"I have to be a role model, what if one of those beasts get a girlfriend!"

The crew laughed with her and gunko gave up, letting her head relax on y/n's chest.

Shanks took shamrock to his room, wanting to catch up with his brother, while y/n explained that her and gunko were tired and they could talk in the morning. Shanks pouted but nodded in understanding. Ben beckman led gunko and y/n to their room. She gave a brief nod of thanks to beckman before going in.

"You can let me down now."

Y/n placed her gently on the bed.

"There you go, princess~"

Gunko choked on the nickname but composed herself and took off her hat first.

"Today was chaotic..."

Gunko said as she yawned sleepily... her eyes half closed already and drowsy with sleep. Y/n nodded and was already looking through the drawers and closets. Luckily, her normally disarrayed brother had provided some clothes (even if it was all generally men's) y/n went into the bathroom (that she didn't expect to be in the room too) to change, leaving gunko privately to change.

Y/n did quick work of her clothes and threw on the pyjamas. She cracked the door open..

"Are you done, babe?"

"Yeah.. you can come now."

Y/n stepped out of the bathroom with a soft smile, gunko already in the bed, just fiddling with her shirt shyly, with her bandages still around her mouth and nose. she was sure she would never get used to being in a relationship with this gorgeous red haired woman.

Y/n sat next to her in bed and gave her a peck on her soft hair, while being absolutely chaotic in almost every aspect. She was slow and careful with gunko.. she never forced anything on the blonde, y/n had explained she's pretty much waiting for gunko's explicit permission before anything. As she was always scared she'd accidentally scare her girlfriend off if she tried something too suddenly, knowing that gunko doesn't like surprises.

"What's my pretty girl thinking of?"

"We're... gonna share a bed"

"Mhm, I'd hope so. We're dating, and it wouldn't be the first time."

"Shanks thinks that we're gonna... you know-"

"Gonna fuck? Yeah, why?"

Gunko hid her red face in her hands- damn her girlfriend for being so honest and straight forward. Ever since shanks had made that dirty joke, and y/n laughing with it, she had thought that her girlfriend would've hopped on the opportunity to try and initiate something, and gunko still hasn't open up to that idea yet.

"Well um... are you.. expecting it from me..?"

"I mean, do you want to?"

"No!"

"End of story then. Let's cuddle."

Y/n helped both of them get under the blankets fairly quickly. Gunko was stil confused abt the fact that she had just... accepted it so easily. She had originally thought y/n would have shanks' insane sex drive. But, surprisingly no.. or atleast she hid it well until gunko was comfortable.

Gunko took her place in y/n's chest and nuzzled in there. The latter's head was firmly on top of the blonde's head, y/n kept stroking gunko's back gently.. soothing her mind. Gunko stayed still in her hug as her eyes began to close hazily...

Y/n felt gunko's head shuffle, looking up at her with her 2 coloured eyes..

"Yes... my beloved..?"

"Would you join shanks?"

Y/n blinked a few times in surprise, and decided to switch the question.

"Are you joining him?"

"I asked you first, he's your brother. what does that have to do with me?"

"Just answer.. my dear."

"Well no, I'm a god's knight-"

"Then I'm not joining too."

"Eh-?"

Gunko jerked, but was held firmly by y/n's hand..

"Can we sleep... my brothers were so tiring..."

"But- you're more free- and like... you're cut out for a life with shanks!-"

"You're not gonna be in that life if i join him, plus i rather enjoy spending garling's money on you, maybe I'll steal some to buy shanks some gifts too.."

Y/n yawned, leaving gunko flabbergasted. She really wasn't expecting this response, from the most free woman she ever knew... purposely staying under shamrock's and garling's command just to be with her...

Gunko sighed happily and hugged y/n back tightly, and they both fell into deep sleep, knowing the red haired twins would go to war if something happened to either of them.

☆☆in shanks' room☆☆

"This is disgusting, shanks"

"I'm sorry shamy! We don't really have the good alcohol you guys have up there, just enjoy it for old time's sake!"

☆☆the next morning☆☆

Gunko woke up first. This was the best sleep she had ever had in weeks... not even her lavish bed in marijoa could compare to this. She tried to shuffle out of the red haired's grasp, which only made y/n tighten her hold more..

"5 more minutes.."

She murmured in gunko's hair. Gunko sighed and tried to shuffle out again.

"It's 9 am.. we're supposed to be up much earlier!"

"We're on a pirate ship, just play the role."

They heard a knock on the door that interrupted them. It was very obviously shanks.

"Hey love birds! Breakfast's ready!"

"We'll be there soon!"

Y/n yelled back and made no effort to move. Gunko sighed.

"Really?"

"Yes. Now shh.."

20 minutes passed.. and gunko was still stuck.. she decided she had to resort to more extreme measures.

"Commander!"

Gunko yelled loudly enough, sensing that shamrock was indeed nearby.

Y/n grit her teeth and sat up immediatly- not anticipating how close she was to the edge and falling off the bed on her back due to the swift movement. She hissed at gunko-

"Why would you call him like that!-"

Shamrock immediately busted the door open with no shits given.. gunko was sitting politely on the bed in pyjamas, and his sister had her legs on the bed.. and her other half unseen on the other side on the floor. He blinked a few times, gunko pointed to y/n.

"Your sister didn't want me to get up."

"And you called me for that reason...?"

"Yes, deal with her."

Gunko finally stood up and took her uniform to the bathroom.. shamrock went to the bed to see his sister defeated on the floor..

"Would you believe this.."

Shamrock couldn't help but give a small chuckle. He bent down and threw his defeated sister on his shoulder, picking up her uniform with his other hand and taking her to another bathroom to get ready.

"I wanna cuddle with my girl..."

"You made her late, y/n"

"So what.."

He set her down and threw her clothes on her.

"I'll be with shanks where they're serving breakfast. I'm not really hungry.. but i am curious about this crew."

(Codeword for: their food is incomparable to marijoa's, and he's probably studying them)

Y/n sighed and got into changing back into her uniform, she met up with gunko outside.. who was wearing her uniform.. plus the emergency skirt.

"Why are you wearing your skirt?"

"...because...men?"

"You know I'd kill my brother myself if one of his crewmate's got too close to you."

"You're gonna wreck the balance of the world!"

"Don't care~"

Y/n sang as she went to eat with the red hair pirates, she busted the door down aggressively and pulled gunko with her, shamrock was already sitting next to shanks on one side, beckman on the other, but upon seeing y/n he scooted to let her and gunko sit down next to shank's.

Y/n made conversation with everyone close by as they ate, gunko keeping her head down to eat without showing too much of her face. She had quickly become the life of the party, as soon as they finished eating, she had managed to challenge yasopp into a shooting challenge with her revolver, already threatened ben beckman to keep an eye on her chaotic brother shanks so as he doesn't make wrong decisions.

(Ben already gave the same talk to shamrock, much more sternly.)

And tried to out-eat lucky roux himself and failed miserably, and had a mini sword fight with shanks without any haki for fun. (They almost broke the red force, ben beckman had to smack shanks, and gunko to wrap y/n up again).

Gunko was just dragged with her to every step and y/n made sure to pamper her with kisses to show everyone she was hers and hers only.

By the time y/n had talked to everyone, and afternoon was coming up. Shamrock made his way to them.

"Y/n, we're leaving now."

"C'mon!"

"We spent too much time.. gunko looks like she's gonna kill you, by the way"

Y/n glanced next to her carefully... gunko had her eyes closed... but y/n knew gunko was also smiling under the bandages.. which was terrifying.. She was clearly mad at having to stop another huge fight. Y/n jumped suddenly and shamrock caught her with 2 arms...

"Tell her not to kill me-!"

Gunko gave shamrock the same look.

"Absolutely not, good luck with that, y/n.."

Shanks interrupted and laughed at the scene... shamrock let y/n down and she hid behind shanks. She saw her girlfriend's arrows pointed at her and immediately made a run for it. Gunko didn't hesitate to run after her.

"Do i have to keep stopping ground breaking fights!"

"I'm sorry!!!"

Shamrock involuntarily let out a laugh. Shanks was practically dying from laughter. They quickly composed themselves though.

"C'mon Shamy! You barely spent a whole 24 hours!"

"Marijoa is gonna be suspicious if 2 knights and a commander is missing."

"Ah fair enough... try and sneak my baby sister more often to come meet me!"

Sigh..

"Fine, no promises though shanks."

The 2 girls ran back to the same spot and shamrock stopped both of them by holding each one's cape. They were running around like damn cats..

"Gunko, you're our ride home, please calm down."

"Fine! Tell your sister to stop trying to wreck the world!"

"I wish it worked like that.."

Y/n hid behind shamrock this time. Sticking her tongue out to her girlfriend. Shamrock sighed while shanks kept laughing. Y/n was reminded that she was leaving shanks and went up to hug him, wrapping her arms around her brother tightly, shanks was about to reciprocate when he saw shamrock (purposely) looking the other way, and he pulled him closer to the hug first. The commander was confused, until shanks looked between him and their sister.. shamrock gritted his teeth.. not remembering the last time he gave his siblings a proper hug (let alone anyone). Y/n still had her head deep in shanks' chest.. when shamrock finally sighed and pulled both of them into a hug...

Gunko was watching the scene with a soft expression, the red hair pirates trying their best not to coo at the sight of the siblings. Shamrock immediately let go when he realized everyone was watching... pulling y/n who was failing to hide her giddy laughter. Shamrock had a red tint on his cheeks, gunko followed them quickly. They waved goodbye and jumped off the ship to land, the crew waving them off.

Y/n held gunko's hand... they were really going back.

"Do your magic, darling"

"It's not magic.."

Shamrock chuckled.

"Just take us back gunko."

"Yes sir..."

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hope you enjoyed! <3 any feedback/ critique is ok!